Risk

by Raquel Belle

  I take his hand and lead him over to the telephone in the master bedroom. I hold #3 on the handset to dial Room Service and hand it to Jack. “Order two BLT’s,” I say, then I drop to my knees and part the curtains to get to his cock. It’s still hard as fuck. This thing is the size of my forearm. I take it into my mouth and cradle his massive balls and start pumping with my mouth. I look up at him and see exactly the look I was hoping for. He’s lost in the moment. No more questions.

  “Room service? Yes. Can I get…”

  I nip at the head for fun.

  He jerks, but keeps talking through gritted teeth, “Two BLT’s please.”

  I take his balls in my mouth, just one at a time, they’re too big.

  “Yeah, standard please. You have our room number? Great.” He throws the phone down. I’ve still got him. I’m so wet, I’ve never been so turned on. “Oh God, Deanna!”

  “Shush! I’m working!” I can’t stop now. I have to do this to him so he’ll stop asking about me, not that it’s not fun too. I guess I’d have done it anyway.

  My God, his cock is magnificent. It’s a pleasure working on an instrument like this. I try my earlier trick and deep throat him all the way. It hurts because he’s so big but I like it. I gag the first two times, then I grab his rock-hard ass and force his cock in all the way into my throat and hold it there.

  I hold it till he cums. I feel him begin to spasm and I feel my throat tighten, spurring him. I feel his cum shoot down my throat. Protein, right? And no questions.

  I come out for air and then slurp every last drop of his juice. It’s beautiful. Then I go right back and keep pumping and sucking till I’m certain he won’t even remember what his own name is when it’s over.

  “Deanna, stop, stop, stop!”

  Whew! That’s it, I’m done. What a workout. I fall back on my ass and splay out on the floor like a rag doll. Jack acts like his legs give out and he collapses next to me on the carpet.

  Mission accomplished. My man is well fucked. Balls empty, now I fill his stomach. We don’t say anything for a while. And then…

  “I know what you’re doing, Deanna.” He leans over me and gently kisses me on the lips, twice, then falls back down.

  “What?” I say, “I’m just keeping things even. I came twice, now, so did you.”

  Again, we’re silent for a while, then I curl up next him, my body against his, my head on his massive bicep and my hand on chest. I need this. I need to feel close to someone. I didn’t realize how much I’ve needed it till right now. I’ve needed this for a long time. Maybe forever.

  “Jack?”

  “Yeah?

  “This morning, at the diner, when you kissed me—”

  “That was a hell of a kiss,” he says, and I hear the amusement in his voice.

  “It was,” I smile, “but what I want to know is, why did you do it?”

  “You didn’t like it?” He raises his head to look at me.

  “I did! Very, very much,” I stroke his chest, “but I mean, like, why?”

  He’s quiet for a while before he answers. “I guess this is going to sound a little strange, but…the moment I saw you, it felt like there was something between us…like there was some kind of connection. I think I mentioned I’ve got some business out west to take care of, but I meant it when I said I’d come back for you,” he pauses for a moment, “then Pete made his move and we ended up robbing the place. I thought I was never going to see you again, so I figured I had to make that moment count for a lifetime. I suppose the short way to tell that story is—it felt like the thing to do at the time.”

  That’s the most romantic fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I climb onto him and kiss him. It’s slow, soft and tender…am I falling for him, or am I already his? I’m looking into his eyes, he’s got this smile on his face while he plays with my hair. What the hell am I doing? I just met him this morning. Maybe I am crazy.

  “How was your walk?” he says, “Your head all clear now?”

  “Yeah, I went to the aquarium.”

  “No shit? They have an aquarium here?”

  “Yup. They’ve got everything in here. There’s even an aviary. Fortuna is like a little city.”

  “What kind of fish do they have at the aquarium”

  “I don’t know, it’s more about the water for me. It reminds me of the ocean, it makes me feel free. Like…like there’s more out there. You know?”

  “I do.”

  I’m getting lost in his eyes. There is a connection, I feel it. I kiss him again, then I hear a knock at the door. “That must be room service,” I say.

  We both straighten ourselves up and I go to the door. When I open it, I’m surprised to see Terry standing there instead of a food cart. I don’t know what to say. It’s a bit awkward because Terry is an authority figure in my life, like an uncle, sort of…and I’m standing here with a man I met this morning and we’re both in bath robes. The scene is obvious.

  Terry looks anything but impressed. He doesn’t greet Jack, choosing to glare at him instead, and that’s how I know he’s pissed. “Deanna, a word?” He gestures for me to step out into the hall.

  “Sure, Terry,” I glance back at Jack and signal that I’ll just be a minute. I step out and pull the door behind me, but I don’t shut it. I wouldn’t be able to get back in if I did. “What’s up?”

  It’s like he doesn’t know where to begin, he’s looking down as if he’s trying to think of the right words, but then he gives up, reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out my phone. “Here,” he hands it over, “I got this back from Schafer, I thought you might want it.”

  “Thanks so much, Terry. I didn’t want to have to go back there to get it. He made me leave it there so I’d come back. Now I know he kept it so he’d have a line to David and Lilly.” I really do feel foolish about how I misread the whole situation. “I think it’s about time to leave high-stakes backroom poker games behind me.”

  Terry nods, he seems hesitant, then he takes off his round glasses, pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and starts to polish them. “What do you know about that man in there, Deanna?” He gestures to my suite.

  “Enough,” I say.

  “Deanna,” he puts his glasses back on, “that man is a ghost.”

  “What do mean, a ghost? He seems pretty lively to me.” I chuckle.

  “I mean that there are no records on him beyond a group home where he aged out, meaning that he went through the system alone since he was a child. He was never adopted, he has no family or ties of any kind. Those records stop with him at seventeen years of age. After that, nothing.”

  “Well, he was in the army, that’s probably why, you’re just looking in the wrong place.”

  “That was my assumption as well, if for no other reason than the way he carries himself, so I looked in to it. As you know our security division liaises with several law enforcement agencies, federal and local. I’ve cultivated relationships with them and there’s an unspoken agreement which alludes to a mutual exchange of information. Inquiries were made,” he gives me a deathly serious look, “they were blocked at every turn. I was made to believe that his records are sealed so tight, even the President would have to jump through hoops to have them pried opened.”

  This is all going over my head, “I’m confused. What exactly are saying, Terry?”

  “I’m saying that whatever Jack Morton was doing for the last nineteen years, it was likely so terrible that this country can’t admit it ever happened. Deep cover, black ops, illegal or unsanctioned. Now, I’ve spent time in the military myself and in my experience, it takes a specific breed of soldier, possessing…let’s call them unique traits…to be groomed to that level.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing, he has to be wrong, there’s probably a good explanation for all of this and Terry is just blowing things out of proportion. “Terry, you can’t prove anything you’re saying. This is all conjecture. There could be hundreds of reasons why his records are
sealed.”

  “You can look a man in the eyes and know certain things, Deanna. He’s dangerous.”

  “Not to me he’s not. Look, I get that you’re just trying to look out for me and all, but you’re going to have to take my word on this one, okay? Jack’s a good guy. Leave it alone.”

  Terry searches my face for I don’t know what, takes a deep breath and says, “For your sake, Deanna, I hope that you’re right.”

  I see the room service cart approaching. I give Terry a rub on his arm, “You worry too much. Everything is fine, really. Our lunch is here, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  He lets out a small huff, shakes his head and turns on his heel.

  Chapter Seven

  Jack

  Deanna comes back into the room pushing the room service cart. “What’s up?” I ask.

  “Nothing, just Terry being Terry,” she says.

  “He served, huh?”

  “How’d you know?”

  “You can tell. I suppose he looked me up. Didn’t find anything?” That stare he gave me spelled it out clear as crystal.

  “He’s just concerned, it’s nothing, forget about it.”

  Shit, just when everything was going well. “He doesn’t have to worry, I’ll be out of here tomorrow.”

  “You don’t worry,” Deanna puts a hand to my face, pulls me down and kisses me, “it’s fine, it’s nothing. He’s like that. He just doesn’t like surprises is all. Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold.” She takes two plates with two huge BLT’s and fries and goes over to the living room, puts the plates down on the coffee table and turns on the TV.

  I’m not very domesticated. When I eat, I eat for sustenance because I don’t know when I’m going to eat again. I thought we’d sit at the table in the dining room. I go along with it though, this is her world, I’m just visiting.

  This feels like someone else’s life…some kind of vacation where I’m married and don’t have a care in the world. I can’t remember the last time I watched TV while I ate, let alone in a bathrobe. She puts on some kind of sword and sorcery show. Probably just for something in the background.

  This is a great BLT, there’s a chicken breast in it too, and cheese. While we eat and I watch the TV, it feels like I’ve heard this story before. “What’s this called?” I ask Deanna.

  “Oh, this is Game of thrones, It’s just reruns. The show ended.”

  “I read the book. A friend gave it to me. RR something?”

  “Yeah, George, R.R. Martin.”

  “Cool, I read that book when I was a kid. I liked it—gives the Dire Wolves to his kids in the beginning. Looks like he got famous, did they make more? I don’t recognize any of this new stuff. But I know the Starks and the Lannisters.”

  And then there’s a shooting pain in my head. It feels like someone has fired, right to my face, point blank. I put my hand to my head and keep it there, hoping my eyes don’t explode. It’s like I’m at a rock concert and the music is too loud, like I’m up against the speakers. Like there’s bees in my ears. Slowly it goes away and I hear Deanna’s voice.

  “Jack! JACK!” She’s tapping at my shoulder and slapping at my face.

  “Yeah?”

  “Jack, oh my God, are you okay? What happened?”

  I’m on my back on the couch, I must’ve slumped over. I sit up. “I’m okay. I don’t know. I think so. I’m okay. Yeah, I’m fine. Just, uh, I don’t know. I felt…I felt something and then there was just noise. How long was I down?”

  “Just like, I don’t know, fifteen seconds, you just fell over, I didn’t know what to do.” Damn she looks like she’s going to cry.

  “It’s nothing, Deanna, look,” I pull my hair back and show her the scar on my temple. “I took a bullet here, it just grazed me but I think it scrambled some circuits, that’s probably what it is. This has happened to me once before, not exactly like this, but close. The doctors said things would come back in time. That must be it. Maybe it’s just neurons reconnecting or some shit like that.” That’s only part of the story, but I’m not about to go in to specifics. She already looks like she’s in shock. Fuck. “Come here, it’s okay.” I hold her tight.

  What have I gotten myself in to?

  “I was so scared,” she says.

  “Don’t worry, it’s nothing.” At least I hope it’s nothing. It’s been two years since that bullet and I still don’t remember shit about that night. I just need to reassure her. “Everything is fine,” I laugh to convince her. “That was a great sandwich.”

  She pulls away and hits me, it’s like a kitten pawing at someone, “I thought something was really wrong.”

  “I’m indestructible, don’t worry about me.” Am I? What the fuck was that? If I was in play and that happened, I’d be dead weight. That can’t happen again. Fifteen seconds is three lifetimes on the field.

  “What happened?” She curls up in my arms. “Did you lose your memory?”

  “Yeah, just a certain portion. From the night it happened. And other random things. But since I don’t know what I’m missing, I guess I’ll never know for sure. Who knows how the brain works?” I really don’t.

  “Do you remember anything new now?”

  Good question. Maybe this is something new or maybe I just never had a reason to think about it before.

  “I remember a guy named Steven who used to steal books because he really liked reading, we used to watch his back and guard the door, kind of. And then when he was done with them—the books—he’d pass them around. I remember that he tried to go for high ticket items because he wanted to give a fuck you to the book store. I suppose in retrospect he was a bit of an asshole, but he loved reading and he did what he could to pursue it…that’s not so bad. I wonder where he is now? Maybe he became a writer. He always wanted to be one.”

  “Wow.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that story, but then, how would I know?

  “Anything else?”

  “It’s not like a movie where I don’t know who I am. I just can’t remember certain things. I remember most of my life. I don’t know, Deanna.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.”

  What is it about this woman? I respond to every emotion of hers, if she’s sad, I’m sad, if she’s happy, I’m happy. Her emotions control me. I give her a quick kiss. “I’m the one who’s sorry, it’s just frustrating. Not knowing.”

  “I can imagine.”

  Now what? We’re two strangers who’ve had a marathon fuck fest. We’ve robbed a place together. We ate sandwiches on the couch like we’re a couple. I’ve passed out in front of her…and it’s not even 3pm. “I think I’m going to go for a walk,” I say, and lift her off me.

  “Do you want some company?”

  “Nah, it’s one of those head clearing walks,” I say, and head into the bedroom for my clothes. I come back fully dressed and Deanna is looking at me expectantly.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure, which way is the aquarium?”

  ***

  This casino hotel really is impressive. It’s been an hour and I still haven’t been from one end to the other. The human drones at the slot machines are incredible, they’re hypnotized by the spinning wheels. There’re card tables with every conceivable game, roulette, craps, you name it. This place is probably worth a fortune, I wonder how much they take in per day, which…again…makes me wonder what’s up with Deanna—waitressing in the middle of nowhere.

  I’m strolling through the aquarium, admiring the sharks, trying to figure just how big of a problem this passing out bullshit is going to be, when I see her guardian angel approaching me. No doubt he’s been spying on me with the security cameras. I’ve been paying attention, I don’t think there’s one square foot of this place that doesn’t have an eye on it. Those black half spheres are mounted everywhere on the ceilings.

  He approaches me casually, as if he doesn’t want to alarm me or use any threatening body language. I should’ve
expected this. Interrogation time.

  “Mr. Morton,” he says with a nod, and then stands next to me to watch the sharks.

  “Terry, isn’t it? Call me Jack.”

  We’re quiet for a while, and then he says, “Are you enjoying your stay, Jack?”

  “I am. This is quite a place you’ve got here.”

  “It is,” he pauses, “Jack, I’m going to be as direct as I can—”

  “I find that’s always best.”

  “What exactly are your intentions towards Deanna?”

  “Well, seeing as how I just met her this morning, I can’t say I intend much of anything right now.”

  There’s silence, then he faces me, “I don’t like wildcards, Jack Morton. That young lady—”

  I stop him right there, “Hey, let’s cut the shit, pal. I know you did some digging and you came up empty, so that pisses you off. Boohoo, too fucking bad. I’m not going to tell you my life story just so you can feel at ease. I mean, I could, but then I’d have to kill you, know what I mean? When I woke up today, I didn’t know I was going to end up here. Deanna offered, I accepted, that’s about as far as it goes. Come morning, I’ll be moving on and then you and I never have to see each other again. That cool with you?”

  “Like a summer breeze,” he says, and gives me his trademark glare. I understand where he’s coming from, really, I do. If the roles were reversed I’d probably feel exactly the same, but they’re not, I’m me and he’s him. He’s just going to have to make peace with the fact that…it is what it is.

  “Good talk,” I smile at him and wink, then I walk off. I feel his eyes on me till I’m around the corner and out of sight.

  Chapter Eight

  Deanna

  I’ve had another shower, dried my hair, sent my clothes for cleaning—they’ve been returned—and, with Lilly’s permission, scavenged in her walk-in closet for some new outfits.

  That was after saying goodbye to David though, he was leaving to check on their other casino in Monte Carlo.