Love, Lies, & Crime: Anthology

by Kimberly Blalock

  “Chloe.” At first I think hearing my name is all in my head. “Chloe.” I hear again, this time louder than the last. “Chloe.” This time it’s right next to me.

  I look up, blinking rapidly until my blurred vision finally makes out the face hovering just inches from mine.

  “Walker,” I croak out in disbelief.

  “I told you.” He gives me a crooked smile as he loops his arm under my legs and lifts me from the vehicle. “You’re safe now,” he promises as my body trembles violently in his arms.

  I bury my face into his neck and tighten my grip around him, not caring where he’s taking me or what’s going on around us, only that for the first time in a very long time I feel like I’ve finally woken up from my nightmare.

  I don’t open my eyes until I feel Walker bend, a cool metal coming in contact with the back of my legs. My eyes shoot open and are immediately greeted by a friendly looking bald man dressed in a white button-down shirt.

  “Don’t worry, Miss Deltorro. We’ve got you,” he reassures me. It’s only then that I notice I am sitting on the ledge of an ambulance.

  Walker steps to the side so the E.M.T. can check me out.

  “It’s not my blood,” I say instantly when the medic turns his attention to my legs. “I’m not hurt,” I reassure him.

  “Jackson.” I hear a man holler, pulling the attention of Walker. He nods, giving me a weak smile.

  “Jackson?” I question, confusion clear on my face.

  “I’ll be back,” he reassures me before quickly turning.

  I watch as he walks toward where several officers are gathered next to a group of cars. All are unmarked except for one, whose lights are flashing brightly red and blue.

  “Agent Nathan Jackson.” The E.M.T. pulls my attention back to him as he checks my vitals.

  “What?” I question.

  “The name of the man who saved your life.” He smiles knowingly, nodding to where Walker is standing, talking to a large man just feet from the police car that I can now see contains Cochran.

  “Agent?” I mumble aloud.

  “F.B.I.,” he confirms just as Walker starts walking back toward us.

  “F.B.I.?” I question the moment he’s within ear shot.

  “I wanted to tell you.” He steps directly in front of me when the medic steps away, taking both of my hands in his. “I’ve been undercover for months.”

  “Why? You could have told me. I fought you.” The words catch in my throat. “I could have gotten you killed.”

  “Don’t.” He leans down, meeting my gaze. “You were scared, and you questioned if you could trust me. I would have done the same thing,” he assures me.

  “So you’re name really is Nathan?” I ask, surprised that with everything he had going on he chose to share his actual name with me.

  “Nathan Jackson,” He confirms.

  “I knew something was off, different about you, I just never imagined this,” I say, looking around at the medical workers, police offers, and agents that fill the area, blocking off the road from every direction.

  “I’m sorry I lied to you.” There’s so much regret behind his eyes that it nearly guts me right on the spot.

  “You saved me.” I reach for him, pulling him to me.

  He comes without hesitation, wrapping his muscular arms around my body as he holds me tightly against his chest.

  “Thank you,” I speak directly into the fabric of his shirt.

  “Thank you.” His comment catches me off guard, and I pull back to meet his gaze.

  “For what?” I blurt, unsure as to what he could possibly think I did.

  “You trusted me when you had no reason to. If it wasn’t for you, for your patience, I never would have been able to tie Cochran to this entire operation. I could have taken down Jones and his crew months ago, but without cutting the head off the snake, he would have just found other men to do his dirty work. I had to find a way to pull him in, and you were my ticket. I’m sorry for not telling you all of this. There’s no way I could have.”

  “I understand,” I cut him off. “You don’t need to explain.” I give him a weak smile. “So what happens now?”

  “Well, they will want to talk to you, get your statement,” he starts.

  “I mean what happens after that?” I question, hoping he understands what I’m really asking.

  “You’ll be placed under protection, given a new identity, the means to start over anywhere you want. Even if some of Cochran’s men wanted to seek retribution on you, they’ll never find you.”

  “What about you?” I ask, still not getting the information I want.

  “I have a lot of work to do back at the bureau. Once this case goes public, my cover will be blown. I’ll be forced to relocate, maybe leave the bureau all together. Truth be told, I kind of like the idea of leaving this all behind,” he says, his statement holding multiple meanings. “Maybe take on a protection detail somewhere off the grid.”

  “You’d do that?” I question.

  “I could be persuaded.” His smile turns mischievous.

  “Could you now?” I smile, liking this game we’re playing. “What are your terms?” I ask, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck as I pull his face close to mine.

  “I want you.” His eyes burn darkly into mine causing my skin to tingle under his stare.

  “Done,” I answer without hesitation, closing the distance between us as I press my lips tightly to his.

  “Are you happy?” Nathan purrs from behind me, dropping his chin to my shoulder as I look out over the waves crashing up onto the shore just feet from us.

  “Very,” I admit, snuggling into his embrace when he wraps his arms around me. “This place is paradise.”

  I smile, dropping my head back to lay a kiss to his scruffy jaw before turning my gaze back to the water.

  It took months to finalize Cochran’s trial. Not only did the F.B.I. take down the entire drugs and sex trafficking operation he’d been running, but they managed to sink nearly all of their clients and big players, thanks to Nathan, of course.

  Directly after my testimony, I was put under protective custody and brought here to the Gulf of Mexico. I was secluded here in this modest beach house for several weeks before Nathan finally showed up and took over as my protective detail.

  It’s been nearly two months since his arrival and things are finally starting to feel halfway normal. Not that I really know what normal is anymore. We’ll always have to look over our shoulders, I know that much, and I’ve accepted it. The only thing I can do now is make the most of the life I was given a second chance at.

  With Nathan by my side, I feel like there is nothing I can’t do.

  Never did I believe that the man who saved my life would also be the man who saved my heart, but he did. He didn’t just rescue me from Cochran or from a life of servitude, he rescued me from myself.

  He showed me what it meant to be loved, to love someone in return, and to risk everything to protect them.

  “You think it’s warm enough to take a swim?” Nathan drops his lips to the crook of my neck.

  “Or we could do something else.” I tease, turning in his arms.

  “I think I like the way you think.” He smiles, dropping a heated kiss to my lips.

  “On second thought, a swim sounds nice.” I push back playfully.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he warns. Wrapping his arms around the back of my thighs he lifts me up against his chest. I drop my head back on a laugh, latching my legs around his waist as he spins and carries me inside.

  “Um excuse me, you don’t own me,” I object.

  “I beg to differ.” He falls serious, dropping me down so our faces are level to each other. “You’re mine.” He breathes against my mouth, latching his hand around the back of my neck as he pulls me into his kiss.

  I have no choice but to give into the pleasure, the emotion, the way it feels every time Nathan touches me. He’s right, I am his. His to take�
� I always have been.

  THE END

  PROLOGUE

  The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and the buzzing electricity that sings from the fixture grates my nerves. Resting my arms beneath my head, I stare up at the brown stained ceiling, contemplating the filthy deeds that cost me my freedom.

  Abused.

  Manipulated.

  Extorted.

  “Oooh, Joshua,” Mrs. Hager singsongs as she draws the Marlboro Light to her plump, red lips, inhaling deeply as her eyes drift closed lustfully. “You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.” She states in a caustic tone, crossing one arm over her ample chest.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hager. Football practice, ya know.” I shrug, motioning to my sweat-laden clothes.

  “Hmmm, filthy….just the way I like ‘em. Too bad we don’t have much time to play before Mr. Hager gets home from work.” She coos, smashing the tip of the cigarette into the glass tray on the nightstand. She crawls seductively down the length of the bed, then sits back on her haunches and crooks her finger, motioning me toward her.

  My throat bobs with a nervous tension, but I reluctantly take a step forward, then another until I’m standing by the foot of the bed. She hooks her slender fingers into the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my muscular thighs. She grins in delight when my raging hard on springs free, then immediately takes my cock into her mouth to taste.

  Fisting my fingers into her hair, I pull her closer to me enjoying the sensation having my cock sucked off. It doesn’t take long before my balls tighten and my dick pulsates as I spray hot cum down Mrs. Hager’s throat. She sucks the length of my dick one final time, trailing her shaped nails over my sensitive balls before releasing me from her grasp.

  She grins up at me proudly, wiping the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb. She sucks it clean then hops off the bed and struts into the bathroom. I steady my breath momentarily before pulling my shorts back up over my ass. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I rake my fingers through my hair in frustration. This is fuckin’ sick as hell, yet I’m too weak, too scared to put an end to it all.

  Mrs. Hager trots back into the bedroom and straddles her long, slender legs over my lap, grinding her hot pussy against me. “Elliott will be out of town Saturday. I expect you to be here at six pm sharp. Do you understand?”

  I shake my head on a sigh, and she sits back on my knees, taking in the unsure expression on my face. “What’s that look?” she singsongs again as she tickles her fingers up my chest. I swear I hate the fuckin’ sound of her mousy little voice more and more. Hell, I’m beginning to fuckin’ hate everything about her in general.

  “You’re too demanding,” I mutter, trying my damnedest to hide the break in my voice.

  She jumps off my lap as if flames have crawled up her legs and looks at me offensively. “Demanding?” she questions. “Too demanding?” THWACK. The backside of her left hand crashes against my face, and my head whips around with a snap. “You fuckin’ ungrateful little prick. I suck your dick dry, and you seriously have the balls to tell me I’m too demanding? A little high on our horse, now are we, Joshua?”

  She stares at me with dark, evil eyes as I rub my hand against my cheek. “Let me explain to you how this works. I’m your master. You will do whatever I wish, and when I feel as if you’re deserving of it, I’ll treat you just as I did today. But since you’re unappreciative to my overly generous affection, I can promise you it will be a very long while before I treat you again.

  “Evelyn, it’s fuckin’ wrong. I’m fifteen. I swear to God if my mom found out the shit I was into with you, her best friend, she’d kill us both.” I huff out, trying to welcome the anger that’s boiling up in my stomach, but this woman has some sick twisted hold over me that I can’t quite explain.

  “You fuckin’ asshole…I told you, you are to call me Mrs. Hager.” Her hand smashes against my cheek again, and it takes all the strength in me not to knock her on her skinny ass. She wraps her slender fingers around my jaw, forcing me to look into her deep-set dark orbs. “Now, as I was saying when you so rudely interrupted me. Saturday evening, you will be here promptly at six pm. I expect you clean shaven in all the appropriate places, primed and ready for the longest night of sexual pleasure you’ll ever receive. Do you understand my wishes, Joshua?” I nod as she smooshes my cheeks together roughly. “Such a good little puppy. I like you so much better when you’re quiet and submissive, not smarting off at the mouth like a fuckin’ bitch.” She smiles as she releases my face from her grip. “You may leave now. Elliott will be home soon, and I’m sure he’ll be displeased if he finds you in the house knowing that Chase isn’t home. We need not rise his suspicions.”

  Don’t need to tell me twice. I stand up quickly, taking long strides out of the bedroom and through the hallway, trying to reach the front door quickly. I half expect Mrs. Hager to follow behind me, but I’m relieved when I turn around and she’s nowhere in sight. Twisting the door knob, I step out into the fresh fall air and exhale roughly. I haul ass up the sidewalk and laugh to myself when I see Mr. Hager’s Cadillac drive past me, knowing I made it out of their house in just the nick of time.

  The walk home is slow and dreadful as I replay the last three months over and over. Mrs. Hager and my momma have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Hell, she even jokes when we’re together about changin’ my diapers as a baby and remembering the birthmark on my left ass cheek. Seriously, who the fuck does that shit. This fucked up mess started when Mr. Hager asked my momma if I’d be interested in mowing their lawn over the summer. I’d just turned fifteen and was always lookin’ for ways to make extra money. We were a middle-class family, but my parents always made me bust ass to have anything unnecessary. Happy to have an opportunity at fast cash dangling in front of me, I agreed to take the job without second thought.

  I was always curious what it’d feel like, to have a pussy wrapped tightly around my dick, milking every drop of cum from me. I expected my first time to be awkward, fumbling even. But the last pussy I expected to be ridin’ me was Mrs. Hager’s. I’d just finished with the yard work and was putting the tools away in the garage. Leaning over to place the leaf blower back on the bottom shelf where I’d found it, I felt a small hand cup my balls and squeeze from behind. I jumped, curse words flyin’ off my tongue, because I originally thought it was Chase, Mrs. Hager’s son, just bein’ a jokester as usual. Turning around, I was shocked to find one very eager Mrs. Hager standing before me in a lime green g-sting bikini. Her golden tan glistened with a sheen of sweat from layin’ by the pool in the hot sun all morning long.

  Taking a prowl-like step toward me, she leaned in and whispered into my ear—“Ever been fucked by an older woman, Joshua?” I pinched my eyes closed and shook my head, because there was no fuckin’ way in hell this was happening. Apparently, she took my response as the green light to climb me like a fuckin’ tree, because that’s just what she did. From that point on, we were a mess of limbs as she shoved me back against the work bench stripping my pants down my legs. My cock sprang free and the glint of excitement in her eyes only spurred me further. She straddled my legs, wrapping her legs around me tightly, sliding her hot pussy over my cock in one swift move. Holy fuck, she rode me like a fuckin’ Kentucky Derby stallion runnin’ the final race in the Triple Crown.

  Just as my momentum would build up and my balls would tighten, she would slip off my thighs robbing me of my release. Fuckin’ tease she was. She was proving a point that she owned me in the moment, and only when she allowed it and was ready would I get off. Shoving her double D’s in my face, she tempted and teased at me. Tits…mother fuckin’ tits. What fifteen-year-old doesn’t love a set of double D’s in his face? Fuck if I know, but I took my time familiarizing myself with each one. Becoming greedy in my actions, I slid my fingers between her thighs, fingering her slick pussy as I sucked and nipped at her breasts. Shoving me back against the work bench she climbed up on my thighs one final time, slammin
g herself over me, she rode me out until we both were squalling in release to the tops of our lungs. Panting for oxygen, I smiled to myself because this moment here was a fuckin’ dream come true.

  I expected that day to be a once-in-a-lifetime event, but each week thereafter the fuck sessions continued, each one becoming a little more depraved as time went on. Whips and chains were a bit to her liking. In the beginning, it was thrilling, just the fact that an older woman found me to be irresistible and was pleased breathlessly when I’d take her orders. Like a new toy, I wanted to play with her every chance I got, until one day she lost her luster. Something broke, maybe it was the humiliation of having my ass up in the air while she sodomized me, milkin’ my prostate with a fuckin’ vibrator. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that I finally realized it was wrong.

  Now, here we are months later and I’m finally beginning to hate myself for allowing this to continue. It’s fuckin’ sick. But I don’t know how to put a stop to it. She has a disgusting control over me, and I’m worried that if I were to tell anyone else about it, she’d claim rape. I am bigger than her by at least a foot in height and a good hundred pounds in weight. Kinda hard for a small, defenseless female to control a strong teenage boy like myself – in others eyes. But it ain’t an issue of physical strength that she has over me. Fuck if I can explain it, it’s a mental control derived from her need to humiliate and abuse me. It’s sick that I’ve let it go on as long as I have, but I’m twisted up in this game of hers, and I don’t know how to set myself free.

  THERAPY SESSION #2

  One more fuckin’ time with this hag askin’ me all these damn questions and I may just strangle the breath from the bitch. I guess my short-and-sweet-kiss-my-ass answers weren’t enough for her likin’ the first time? Seeing a fuckin’ psychologist is complete bullshit if you ask me, but after my attorney, James McCoy delivered the Petition for Divorce I flipped my shit. An officer was on the receiving end of my wrath, so James requested that I undergo a psychological evaluation as part of my punishment. Damn fucker. Whatever strings he can pull to lessen my sentence, I reckon. But I’ll tell you this much, crazy is one thing I’m not.