by Marie, Kay
“I’m ready for my dessert,” he tells me. He kisses my jawline just below my ear and trails kisses down my neck. He lifts my shirt, kissing down my stomach to the edge of my pants. “These gotta go.”
He pulls my yoga pants and panties down simultaneously, tossing them to the floor. Wasting no time at all, his mouth is on my clit within seconds. I moan and can’t help bucking my hips. He drapes his arm over my hips to hold me still. With his other hand, he grabs my thigh, lifting my leg over his shoulder. He slides a finger in my cunt while sucking on my clit. I move my hand to his head, grabbing a fistful of hair while gripping the sheets with my other hand.
Releasing my clit, he does a come hither movement with his finger that has me wanting to grind myself against his hand.
“Uh-uh, sweet Whiskey. Stay still,” he says, sliding his finger out and putting just a hair more pressure on my hips. I whine at the emptiness, making him chuckle. “You want more?”
“Yes, Shade,” I moan. “Please!”
“Are you begging,” he asks, teasing my pussy with his fingers.
“Shade, please,” I draw out. This time, he slips two fingers in. I fight the urge to arch my back. His mouth is back on my clit, his tongue massaging it. He’s moving torturously slow but hitting all the right spots that have my release building. He pulls his face away and looks at me.
“Let go for me, Whiskey.” He keeps his eyes on mine while he sucks on my clit, picking up the pace with his fingers. My walls contract around his fingers. I slap my hand over my mouth, stopping myself from screaming out as I hit my peak. Shade replaces his fingers with his tongue. My legs tremble as he licks up every bit of my release.
“Fuck, babe.” He licks my pussy one last time. “I could eat your sweet cunt till I fuckin’ die.”
He moves up the bed so he’s lying next to me. I reach over, grabbing his cock through his sweats, earning a moan.
“Your turn.” I grin, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down.
“Not your mouth,” he says, stopping me. “I need inside you.”
I pull my shirt off and remove my bra, tossing them to the floor at the same time he tosses his pants. He reaches for the nightstand, grabbing a condom. I take it from him, ripping the foil and sliding it on his dick. I straddle him on my knees, lining him up with my entrance. I lower myself onto him, letting him fill me up to the hilt.
“Sienna,” he moans. Delving his hand into my hair, he pulls my face down to his, kissing me roughly. I slowly move my hips, trying to torture him as he did to me. He breaks the kiss, leaving his hand in my hair. “Ride me, babe. I want you to cum all over my cock.”
His words go straight to my core. I sit up and his hands drop to my hips, gripping them as I bounce up and down on his dick, not only trying to build my release but his too. I switch it up and move my hips in a circular motion. He moves his hands up my body, cupping my breasts. Sitting up, he wraps one arm around my waist. I grind myself against him while he bites down on my nipple.
“Ahhh,” I moan, throwing my head back, my release building a lot quicker this time. He sucks hard on my tit, just above my nipple, it’s sure to leave a hickey. He slams his mouth onto mine, kissing me as I move my hips quicker and quicker trying to take myself over the edge with his cock deep inside me. I moan into the kiss as I cum all over his dick.
Quickly, he flips me onto my back and starts thrusting into me hard. I wrap my legs around his hips, letting him go deeper. He buries his face in my neck and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, digging my nails into his back.
“It’s your turn to cum for me, River,” I whisper in his ear. Two more thrusts and he’s growling out his release. He doesn’t make a move to get off me. Holding himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t put all his weight on me, he kisses up my neck.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he says in my ear. I run my fingers through his hair. More of the wall around my heart chips away. He lifts his head and kisses my nose before moving off me and off the bed. “Be right back.”
He goes into the bathroom for a couple of minutes and when he comes out, I have his t-shirt on and am under the blankets. He slips back into his sweats without putting his boxer briefs back on. I bite my lip and he grins at me as he climbs into bed.
“Easier access for a late-night session,” he explains. He rubs his hand up my thigh.
“Great minds think alike,” I say when he realizes I didn’t put panties back on. I snuggle into his side, resting my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and I drift off to sleep.
21
Sienna
It’s been almost two weeks and we still haven’t heard from Wren. I’ve been hanging out at A Novel Bunch all morning. I now know what all the hype is about. It’s a cozy place with delicious food and coffee. Cali really knows what she’s doing. All of the employees I’ve met so far have been so friendly. I’m drinking an iced coffee and people watching when my phone vibrates on the table. Wren’s name flashes across the screen, so I pick it up.
From Wren: Meet me at the Starbucks in the mall in 20 minutes.
I gape at my phone. I was beginning to think I was never going to hear from her again.
To Wren: I’ll be there.
I stand from the table, grabbing my coffee and purse.
“Cali, I gotta go. I’ll see you back at the house,” I call out to her as I walk out of the bakery. I hop in the car and head straight for the mall, calling Shade on my way.
“Hey, my sweet whiskey girl,” he says when he answers his phone. “What’s up?”
“I got a text from Wren,” I tell him.
“What did she say,” he asks.
“She told me to meet her at the mall,” I say. “I’m headed there now.”
“That’s awesome. I’m glad she finally reached out,” he replies. “Let me know what she says.”
“I will,” I promise and we hang up.
I pull up to the mall and park my car. Walking to Starbucks, I send Wren a text.
To Wren: Walking toward Starbucks now. Be there in 5.
Once I get there, I look around for her. When I don’t see her, I check my phone to see if I missed a call or text from her. Nothing.
To Wren: How far out are you?
I turn around and walk straight into TJ.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry TJ!”
“No, I’m sorry, hermosa,” he says. “Funny running into you here.”
“I’m supposed to be meeting with Wren,” I explain to him.
“Well, why don’t I wait with you,” he suggests. Something about him is different than the first time I saw him. I can’t put a finger on it, but I have a bad feeling in my gut.
“She actually just texted me telling me she can’t make it,” I tell him. “So, I’m just going to head home.”
“Ah, hermosa.” He grabs my arm and ushers me out of Starbucks. “Now, why would you lie to me?”
“Why do you think I’m lying?”
“I don’t think you are. I know you are.” He laughs. “Stupid girl. It wasn’t Wren texting you. It was me.”
“What? How did—”
“She thinks she lost her phone.” he shrugs. “I stole it, so I could get to you.”
“You have my number. You could call or text me whenever you want,” I say, confused.
“Not when you have your legs spread for some Savage piece of trash,” he whisper-shouts. There’s anger in his eyes. I’m trying to hold my composure, but with his grip on my arm and that gleam in his eyes, I’m freaking out on the inside. He shakes his head, regaining his own composure. “I’m sorry, hermosa. That was out of line. Now that I have you, everything will be okay.”
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and ushers me out of the mall. When we reach his car, he opens the passenger door, shoves me in and takes my purse that has my cell phone in it. He climbs into the driver's seat without my purse.
“Where’s my purse,” I ask him.
“You won’t be needing it where we’r
e going,” he tells me.
We drive for roughly thirty minutes before we pull up to a house. He gets out and walks to my side of the car, opening the door. I hesitate.
“Get. Out,” he orders. I hurry to get out and follow him into the house. It’s cold and eerily quiet inside. It makes me wonder who lives here. We go straight to the kitchen.
“Sit,” he demands, pointing at the kitchen table. I comply. He shuffles around the kitchen in search of something. I glance around the room. There’s next to nothing on the walls making it feel so empty. Before I know it, TJ is back at my side.
“Here, drink this.” He hands me a small bottle of water.
“I’m not thirsty,” I tell him.
“Drink. The. Fucking. Water,” he grinds out. I take it from him and drink half of it in two gulps. “All of it.”
I chug the last half. I barely get the bottle set on the table when I start to feel dizzy.
“I feel funny,” I tell TJ. The last thing I remember is an evil grin on his face, and then everything goes black.
When I come to, I’m lying in the backseat of a car. It’s a different car than the one we got in at the mall. I try to sit up and instantly regret it. My head is spinning.
“You’re awake,” TJ says. “We’re almost to our destination.”
“W-where are we going,” I stutter out. My head starts pounding and I lay back down.
“Somewhere no one will ever find us,” he says in a frightening tone. I start dozing in and out of consciousness. Sometime later, the car comes to a stop.
“We’re here, hermosa,” TJ tells me as he puts the car in park. He climbs out only to open the back passenger door. He scoops me up and carries me toward a Mexican colonial looking house. My heart damn near pounds out of my chest.
“A-are we in Mexico?” He lets out an evil laugh.
“Close. We’re on the outskirts of Laredo,” he tells me. “This house belongs to mi papa. One of many.”
The front door opens as TJ walks us closer as if someone was watching out the window for us. An older woman is standing in the doorway with a smile painted on her face.
“Hola, mijo. Como es este?” the lady says.
“Hola, Rosa. This is my girlfriend, Sienna,” TJ replies. I’m not sure I heard him right. It sounded like he called me his girlfriend. My head is still spinning, causing me to close my eyes and lean my face into TJ. He starts walking again and this time when he stops, he lays me down on a bed.
22
Shade
When Sienna called to tell me she was meeting with Wren, I decided it would be a good time to pay Zack a visit. I pull up to his house. From what Tech could find on this guy, he and his family have quite a bit of money. This is a pretty nice neighborhood for someone who just graduated from college a year ago. I walk up to the door and knock. When the door opens, my jaw drops.
“Shade?” Wren is looking at me like she’s seen a ghost.
“What are you doing here,” I ask her.
“Me? What are you doing here?” she shoots back.
“Shouldn’t you be meeting Sienna at the mall right now?”
“What are you talking about? I haven’t talked to her since we had dinner at your house,” Wren tells me. “I mean, I’ve thought about reaching out to her, but I lost my phone a few days ago.”
“Fuck!” I grab my phone and call Sienna. It rings and rings. No answer.
“Shade, what’s going on,” Wren asks with a shaky voice.
“She called me about twenty minutes ago saying you texted her to meet her at the mall,” I explain. “I came here to have a talk with Zack.”
I scroll through my phone to Buster’s number and hit call.
“We have a problem,” I say when he answers his phone. “Meet me at the clubhouse. We’ll need Tech’s help.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen,” he says and we hang up. I call Sketch next.
“What’s up, brother?” Sketch says.
“I need you to keep an eye on Wren,” I tell him. She’s gaping at me.
“Shade, I don’t need anyone keeping an eye on me,” she snaps at me. I shoot her a glare and she shuts up.
“I’ll update you as soon as I find out what’s going on,” I tell Sketch.
“You got it. Shoot me the address and I’ll be there.” We hang up and I text him Zack’s address.
“You know Zack will keep me safe,” Wren tells me.
“Yeah, well, for my peace of mind, Sketch is gonna come keep an eye on you too,” I tell her. She looks to her feet. “Wren, you don’t have to talk to him. He’ll stay outside.”
“You really care about her, don’t you,” she asks me.
“What do you mean?”
“Sienna. I’ve never seen you like this over a woman,” she explains. “She’s not just some fling for you.”
“No, she’s not,” I admit to her. “Are you okay with that?”
“I didn’t want to find out the way I did, but yeah. I am okay with it,” she tells me, looking into my eyes.
“Neither of us wanted you to find out that way either. We both have been beating ourselves up about it, but wanted to give you whatever space you needed,” I tell her.
“Go find her. We’ll talk later,” she replies, shooing me to my car. I give her a quick hug.
“If you need anything, let Sketch know,” I tell her before I jump into my car and take off.
I pull up to the clubhouse and park next to Buster’s car. He’s sitting at one of the picnic tables outside.
“What’s goin’ on,” Buster asks as I walk up to them. I explain everything to him in record time.
“Fuck, man. Let’s go talk to Tech. I’m sure he can trace her phone,” he tells me. We head inside, going right to Tech’s room. I knock three times. There’s a muffled female voice. I look to Buster, who’s looking at me grinning. Tech has a lady in his room in the middle of the day. That’s not normal for him. He finally cracks his door open.
“Now ain’t a good time, fellas,” Tech informs us.
“I need you to track Sienna’s phone,” I tell him and explain what happened to him.
“Fuck. Give me a minute.” He closes the door. A couple of minutes later, the door flies open and a cut bunny shoves past Buster and I. Buster chuckles and I shake my head.
“Come on in,” Tech tells us. He sits at his desk and types away at his computer. “So she told you she was meeting Wren at the mall?”
“Yeah. Wren found out we slept together and hadn’t spoken to us in a couple of weeks,” I say to him. “We both thought this was Wren finally reaching out to talk things out.”
“But Wren doesn’t even have her phone,” he states.
“No, she doesn’t,” I confirm. He types some more.
“When I ping either of their phones’ locations, it shows them both at the mall,” Tech tells me. “Best bet is for you to go check out the mall and I’ll hack their security cameras.”
“Yeah, alright. Call me if you find anything,” I tell him. Buster and I head back out to the main room. I stop at the bar and glance around the room.
“Rascal, Hollywood, come here,” I call out to them.
“What’s up,” Rascal asks as he walks up to us.
“We need your help. Something’s going on and Sienna is missing. Tech is hacking the mall’s security cameras now. Buster and I are headed up there to look around and see if we can find anything,” I explain to them. Rascal nods.
“I’m in. Let’s go,” Hollywood says. With that, the four of us head outside to our cars and bikes.
“We should all start in different areas of the mall,” Buster suggests.
“Good idea,” I agree. We decide where each of us will go first and take off. I’m on the East side of the mall looking around when I get a call from Tech.
“Did you find anything?” I say when I answer the phone.
“She was at Starbucks when she ran into a guy. I don’t know who he is, but he looks really similar to Torres,”
he tells me. “I’ll send some screenshots to your phone.”
“Thanks, brother,” I tell him and hang up. I call Buster to let him know.
“Tech sent me some screenshots. Looks like she was grabbed by some guy that could be part of the cartel,” I tell him. “I’m gonna go show Wren and see if she recognizes the guy.”
“Sounds good, brother. I’ll call Hollywood and Rascal. We’ll head back to the clubhouse,” he tells me. We hang up and I drive back to Zack’s house.
I pull up to his house and climb out of my car. Sketch is sitting on the front steps. He gives me a chin lift as I walk by him. I pound on the door and this time, I come face to face with Zack.
“Can I help you?” he sneers.
“Where’s my sister?” I demand.
“She’s not interested in talking to you. Now leave,” he tells me.
“Fuck that.” I shove him out of my way. “Wren!” She comes running out of the kitchen.
“Did you find her? Please tell me you found her,” she practically begs.
“We haven’t found her, but Tech found out who she was last with.” I pull out my phone and show her the pictures Tech sent me. She snatches my phone out of my hand and studies them.
“Is that . . . ? Zack, look at this.” She holds the phone up to his face. “Is that TJ?” Zack’s face twists in confusion.
“It’s hard to tell, but I think so,” he admits.
“I need to know everything you know about him,” I demand.
23
Shade
Surprisingly, Zack tells me everything he knows about TJ— which in reality isn’t much. They went to the same college but never had classes together. They met from being in the same fraternity. Zack never met any of his family, due to TJ’s family living too far away and being too busy with their family business. Once Zack is finished telling me everything he knows, I head outside to talk to Sketch with Wren on my heels.
“What’s the word,” Sketch asks.
