Temper shot her eyes up at Tyger and saw fear in its purest form. Then she moved them to Julio, who took her glance as her wanting his opinion.
“Go with him. If he doesn’t arrest you, you can walk away after this, but don’t talk to him without your lawyer.”
“You must be Julio,” Matthew said, extending his hand. “So we finally get to meet.”
“You’re a hard man to reach,” Julio said, shaking his hand, and immediately Temper walked up on Julio.
“Do you have something to do with this, with Isabel’s case being reopened?”
“No, Temper. I reached out to Matthew to see if he could help me protect you, and honestly, this is the first time I’ve heard anything back on it. I didn’t even know he had enough new evidence to reopen the case already. I promise you that’s the truth.”
“You keep saying that you want to protect me. Who or what do you think you are protecting me from? Isn’t it obvious that Isabel’s killer can’t be out to get me if Vegas detectives see me as a fucking suspect? What the fuck are you protecting me from?”
“From yourself,” he screamed, letting his emotions take over. For months, he’d been going nights without ends trying to reveal the bigger picture by putting together this fucked-up puzzle that Temper called life, and every piece he picked up seemed to have been altered or manipulated for someone else’s good. But whose? That question was the reason the bags under his eyes were full, and the reason he could no longer hold back his feelings. “I’m trying to protect you from these dumbass decisions you keep making until I can find out who is benefiting from all of them.”
“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. How is calling Vegas to open the murder case of the only fucking mother I’ve had and making me look like a suspect protecting me?”
“I didn’t have that fucking case reopened, Temper.”
“Stop fucking lying to me. That’s all you ever do. That’s all you’ve ever done.”
“He’s not lying,” Matthew declared as he made a wedge between the two undeniably heartbroken lovers. “Once I found out about y’all’s relationship and the grounds for the eviction Julio placed on you, I knew he was trying to protect you, but I wasn’t sure of his motive after learning his connection to the man you admitted to selling drugs for as a teen.”
“Please tell me how lying about me being involved in criminal activity to have me thrown out of a house that I didn’t want to live in is protecting me, Matt? Please help make all of this shit make sense.” Temper looked at Tyger, expecting her normal smart-mouth adlib to let the room know she had Temper’s back. However, she was silent and still in her stance.
“If he used that as a reason for eviction, it puts eyes on you, and I’m sure wherever he filed the paperwork knew who he was and exactly what he was trying to do. It seems stupid, but that was the only way he could legally use man-hours to protect you without breaking the law to do it. I’m not here to vouch for his feelings or if he has lied to you. I just want you to know that it’s a known method among those wearing badges to keep those domestic to us safe.”
“That’s a fucked-up method,” Temper hissed and rolled her eyes.
“Well, in the end, I felt like it was best to try to protect you myself, the way Isabel would want me to, but I was left to question, how well did you protect Isabel?”
“I loved Isabel,” she yelled.
“Then there should be no reason why I’d have to keep you after questioning, right?” He opened the door. “Ladies first. Take the hallway to the kitchen, and we will slide out the back door. Congratulations on your achievements, Ms. Washington. It’s an honor to be in your presence again. I only hate that every time I come, it’s to bring bad news,” he said as he followed Temper out the door. “I hate to have to take her away from you.”
“Thank you. I understand,” Tyger stammered as she locked eyes with Julio. When they could no longer see Temper, Matthew, and the LAPD escorts, Tyger ran and closed her office door.
“What the fuck was all of that? Is that legal? Can he just force her to answer questions about stuff she doesn’t know anything about? You know she’s playing hard, Julio. You can look in her eyes and see she’s scared.”
“Calm down. I know you’re scared for her, but there’s a lot of fucked-up shit around her, and we need to know how long and far it goes.”
“So you are in on this?” Tyger accused as she stepped away from him. “You stood right in her face and lied again. Why do you keep doing her like this when you know she loves you?”
“I’m not in on nothing Matthew has going on, and I’m not working with them. I’m working for Temper, whether you or her see it or not. I love her. Why don’t either of you see that? Maybe if we can get all this past shit flushed away, the flies circling her will leave. Then I can have my wife and you . . .”
His words stopped abruptly as he recalled the passionate kiss he’d watched them share, and he wondered what type of relationship the women had. If he did resolve all the problems around Temper, would Tyger and their relationship be next? There wasn’t a need to lie. Tyger was one of the sexiest plus-sized women he had ever laid eyes on, and although he didn’t wear it like he wore his badge, BBW was his preference. If he had laid eyes on Tyger first, it would have been her drink he bought that night at the club. But he hadn’t, and it wasn’t her heart that had stolen his outside on the patio. He wouldn’t mind a threesome here and there if Temper wanted it. A few fucks from time to time was fine, but he wouldn’t accept them being in a relationship with each other. This situation gave him a new investigation to open, and he’d use Tyger to get the information to solve it.
“You can have your best friend in the best state of mind like she should’ve always been in,” he finished.
“Then I want in. Tell me what’s going on with her so that I can help. If she’s in danger, then I’m in danger too, because whoever attempts to take her out got hell on their hands. They will have to kill me to get to her because nobody, not even you, will ever hurt her as long as I’m breathing.”
“I can’t let you get involved.”
“Why? Don’t tell me you made me a suspect against my best friend.” She threw the bone, and he pretended not to see it.
“Of course not. Look, let’s get out of here, handle this event, and then sit down and talk. Maybe you can help me, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” she returned as she began to ponder what it would take to get him to expose his full hand.
* * *
“I’m sorry I asked you to go through all of this, but I don’t know who I can trust, and it feels like everyone around me has me under a microscope,” Temper said as she slid out of her heels as they walked through the kitchen doors.
Temper hardly ever ate anything they served at the museum because the lines were always too long and the food was overpriced, so she wasn’t familiar enough with the kitchen staff to know a paper bag brown god was working the grill. They weren’t museum employees. They were cafeteria workers employed by the City of Los Angeles and had their own HR department to report to. Otherwise, Temper would have run to the closest computer to look up his name. He had to be at least six feet two inches, 220 pounds or better, judging by the width and firmness of his frame, and younger than her, but it was hard to tell by how much with his face covered in hair. There wasn’t another way to put it. He was handsome and worth eating every bite of an overpriced meal or two to get to know. There was something familiar about him, but she assumed that she might have seen him in the museum and thought he was a guest. She didn’t realize she was gawking with all the looking she was doing until he gave her a smile and a nod. His teeth weren’t that white or straight, but that was what they made dentists for, she thought as she nodded back and asked her question. “You said there was a huge break in the case?”
“There is, but I think it’s best we talk once we get back to Vegas.” Matthew locked eyes with hers until she understood that he didn’t trust the people around him eithe
r. “Thanks for backing me up on this, fellas. I have her from here,” he assured the two police officers who were appointed to accompany him to escort her.
Once he got her in the car alone, he told her of the detour. “We’re going up the coast for a day or two to sort everything out. Everyone thinks you’re headed back to Vegas with me. Let’s see if anyone reveals their hand.”
“What about clothes, food, and hygiene items? I planned on shopping at the outlets once we got there for all of that.”
“Then I guess we will need to stop on our way to Santa Barbara. Don’t worry about food. I’ve already shopped for groceries.”
“I hope it isn’t that stakeout food you and Isabel used to eat. Hamburgers with a side of pizza don’t sound good to me at all.”
“Then I guess those hot dogs and egg rolls I planned for us to eat tonight are off the list, too.” He chuckled as they drove off, leaving the chaos in L.A. behind.
* * *
The event was one that Tyger would never forget. For her acts while the museum was in peril, she was honored with the key to the city and named historian of the year. She had never been big on crying. Her father didn’t allow it, and her mother was too busy plotting ways to get out of her father’s grip to pay her any attention.
“I’m sorry, but when I’m nervous, I don’t feel comfortable anywhere on earth except within the comfort of the four walls of my room. It’s from being incarcerated. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before—PICS. I believe my doctors said that, from time to time, I suffer from three out of the four clusters,” Tyger shared as she sat on her bed after inviting Julio to have a seat on the loveseat where she did the majority of her studying.
“Post-incarceration syndrome. I’m very aware of the mental disorder. Not to pry, but you weren’t in jail for that long, and wasn’t it a juvenile facility? I did a little digging in all of your backgrounds. I didn’t think you could get the disorder that fast.”
“Time is understood by no one. It is rare to get it that fast, as you put it, but if you’re not mentally stable enough to handle a day in jail, hell, even in the holding tank, you can fall victim to it. Come to think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever told Temper I have it, but I’m sure she’s picked up on a few of the symptoms. My room and books are all I need.” She giggled.
“Then if this makes you feel any better, this is the nicest room I’ve ever been in. It’s like you have every room in one bedroom. Where did you find the mini refrigerator and stove? They look like they belong in a dollhouse.”
“Online. I don’t remember the site. Not to be rude, but I’ve met my limit on small talk. If I don’t have a brain stimulant soon, you’ll be watching me read. I hope you don’t mind.”
Tyger took off her pants and shirt and walked to her closet in her strapless bra and high-cut panties. There would be nothing sexy about an average-sized woman in plain-Jane granny panties, but with hips, thighs, those fat legs, and a fat ass, it was like watching amateur porn. Assuming she was searching for clothes to put on, he said, “Whatever helps your PICS, I don’t mind.”
“Good,” she said as she turned around with a lighter and blunt in her hand. “I know you’re a cop, and even though I have a weed card, y’all trip at times.”
“Oh, no, I probably should step out while you smoke that. I thought you had psych meds or something like that to take. Catching contact could cost me my career.”
“Are you serious? You were dating Miss Mary Jane Farms, and you don’t smoke?”
“No, I don’t, and when Temper and I were together, she didn’t either. We’d relax with a drink. Do you have any wine or liquor? I could use a shot of tequila right about now.”
“The kitchen cabinet over the fridge is the bar, and since we don’t cook, the fridge is the wine cellar. Knock yourself out. I’ll go smoke in my bathroom and call you when it airs out.”
Tyger wasn’t lying when she called the cabinet the bar. There was a variety of liquor ranging from top-shelf to $5 hookups, and Julio didn’t know what to choose. After rummaging through everything the ladies owned, he grabbed the whiskey and poured himself a shot. He swallowed it and poured another to knock out the thoughts of pulling his dick out and spanking Tyger’s ass with it.
“What are you doing over here, man?” he asked himself while pouring shots three and four.
By the time Tyger said she was ready, he’d had a coffee mug full of it and was drunk off his ass. It wasn’t long before he pulled out his dick and stared at her.
Tyger was shocked. She couldn’t believe he’d pulled it out and didn’t say shit like she knew what to do with it, but she needed him to tell her if her dad was involved in Temper’s past. She had been curious about his dick game since the first night Temper came home bragging about it, but not curious enough to risk their bond over trying to take it for a test ride. She needed the information, and if giving him some pussy would give it to her, she’d take this risk for her father. Still, he’d have to initiate it. The thought of her betraying Temper wouldn’t allow her to make the first move.
She lit her blunt, and when he didn’t whine like a badge-wearing bitch about the weed smoke, she took her panties off, spread her legs, and did him exactly the way he had done her. When she noticed he was slowly rubbing and squeezing his meat, she said, “This pussy will feel a lot better than your hand, Mr. Officer.” Another Lil Wayne hit played in her head.
“Oh, shit,” Julio growled as drool fell over his bottom lip. He staggered over to Tyger, and after seconds of a drunk struggle, he slid his dick inside of her. Julio was drunk and aimed to live out his sexual fantasies in Tyger’s pussy. He wanted to ram his dick in her and treat her like his slut of a sex slave. The other part of him craved to enjoy the moment with deep, slow strokes and a mouthful of titties.
He imagined his dick would meet Mrs. Right after seeing the different shades she came in on pornos. However, he never imagined he’d get to beat her down by way of the woman he loved and planned on marrying. This beautiful, big bitch had it all—perfect titties, a wide, round ass he could grip for stability from the back, and a wet little pussy she knew how to tighten and control. He couldn’t nut if he wanted to. Both of his heads had waited years to fuck a bitch like this, and the unbelievable sensation to get back to his police work wasn’t going to mess it up. It was the hood nigga living inside of him who loved to fuck hoes. Not even his badge could force him to kick the addiction.
“I can’t lie. I think I love this dick,” Tyger moaned as she detached his mouth from her nipple to enjoy his kiss while she came for the umpteenth time.
“I was just thinking the same thing, baby. It feels like you were made for me, like this pussy is supposed to be mine.”
He kissed her until the shaking in her walls ceased, giving her the freedom to speak again.
“Then treat me like I’m yours. Fuck me like this pussy is yours.”
He slid his steel out of one mouth, mounted her face like he was about to hit a set of jailhouse push-ups, and then rested his nuts on her chin as he fucked the other.
“If you want this dick back in that pussy, suck my shit clean. Spit shine the head, freaky little bitch.”
Tyger, motivated by his words, curved the width of her tongue around the width of his dick and let the spit flow while her throat accepted penetration.
“Oh, shit, yeah, bitch. You’re mine now.”
He snatched himself out of her mouth and spanked her lip with his hard head as pre-nut glistened his hole. Before he could no-hand his way back inside of her, she used her weight to overpower him and climbed on top.
“No, you mean you’re mine now,” she dictated, sliding down on his dick like it was in a fire station, and when the space between her ass cheeks was filled with his balls, the shaking in her legs and thighs commenced.
“Ay, don’t talk shit if you’re going to come that fast on my dick. Moan, bitch. That’s what I want to hear. I want to hear my name come out of that pretty-ass mouth.”
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nbsp; “You want to hear me say, ‘Julio’?”
“Nah, I want to hear you sing it.”
He pulled her hair down to the center of her back, forcing her to face the stucco on her ceiling as he sucked from one breast to the other. She gyrated on his lap, and then he forced everything that dangled in his drawers inside of her.
“Julio,” she screamed.
“Sing my name just like that.”
The pair spent the next minutes playing a moaning tug of war and using each other’s names as safe words.
“What about Temper?”
The question came out of the air like a fly whispered it in his ear. Love should have made Julio hit the emergency brakes and eject her from his lap, yet strangely enough, it boosted his mood, and Tyger could feel him grow half an inch inside of her.
“We can fuck her too. The pussy ain’t as good as this, but she still holds a few heartstrings.”
“What? I’m not—”
He cupped her mouth with his hand, preventing the lie to exit her mouth. “Two rules: never lie to me, and don’t keep secrets,” he demanded, using his thigh muscles to switch positions. He was on top, pounding her as his nuts spanked her for the attempt. “I saw y’all kissing in your office earlier. I didn’t like the shit, but if that’s how you get down—”
It was her turn to stop his words. “I wasn’t about to lie. I’m not gay. I like my pussy licked, and in return for her licking this pussy like a good little kitten, I’d kill her cat.”
Julio’s eyebrow raised. “You mean, lick the pussy like this?”
In a quick move, he snatched her up like she was as light as college-ruled paper, and dived into her pussy, resting the back of her thighs on his shoulders.
“Yessssssss!”
He licked, sucked, and pulled on her clit until her juices moistened his chin twice. “You still need her for that?”
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