by Axl Goode
Just then a familiar-looking car pulled into the drive-through window. The car was an ordinary-looking Corolla. There was nothing overly assuming about it at all in fact. It had to be a few years old and had gray paint. It wouldn’t stand out to anyone. There was no doubt that was their target though, as Brenley finished cross-referencing the license plate with the camera footage. The driver dropped the package at the teller window and waved before pulling off.
Starting the truck Zane pulled out, following the Corolla. It was hard to be inconspicuous in a jacked-up truck but Zane did his best holding back. Following the car through town, the driver made a few other stops. One to get food and another at a liquor store. After the liquor store, the car went to a more surprising location. The driver stopped at a known Adults Only massage spa.
Pulling into a parking lot across the street, they waited again. This place was different though. The man didn’t come back out.
“So is that place what I think it is?” Brenley asked.
“What? A Jack Shack,” he said with uncertainty.
“That’s gross. People actually go in there?”
“It would seem that way. Apparently our friend is really enjoying himself.”
“Either that or this is part of his hangout,” she said.
“Hmmm. That is an idea.”
“What’s an idea?”
“I’m feeling a bit frisky. I think I’m going to go check into their services.” A mischievous smile came to his face as he started unbuckling.
“What? Are you serious? You can’t go in there!”
“Don’t worry I’ll be back in a minute. Just wait in the truck,” he said before hopping out. Damn him! Why does he have to always be so hardheaded?
Walking across the street Zane tried not to look conspicuous. He was an overly-large guy with long hair, though. Almost anyone looking at him would surely recognize him. He hadn’t taken the time to put a disguise on. The building was completely plain outside except for a sign saying “massage”.
Zane walked up to the singular metal door, pulling it open. The inside was dimly lit, with a red rug running down the entry hall. A girl materialized in a side window to his right and told him with a strong Asian accent to head down the hall. Walking down the hall Zane was wary of what he was walking into. There had been a camera there right as he walked in.
If this is the right place, I’ll know very shortly at least.
The end of the hall opened into a large room populated with half-naked girls. They were all smiling at him, like it was their lucky day. It couldn’t be often that they had attractive males coming in for their company. He was told by the door girl to select his masseuse and they would go to the “massage room”.
He looked around, not wanting to seem overly inquisitive but also not wanting to go in a room and have his cock played with by some random girl. The only girl he wanted touching him was sitting in his truck at that moment. He decided he should go ahead and choose a girl to see if he got a better view of the place with wherever he was going.
He selected the girl that looked like she needed money the most. She was a short brunette with small breasts. He felt terrible for all these girls but knew he couldn’t do anything for them at the moment. She led him down a narrow hallway, into a small room that had a massage table in it. After closing the door, she started trying to take his pants off.
Well, she doesn’t waste any time.
He stopped her, before she could get his belt undone. Pulling out his wallet he handed the girl two hundred dollars and said, “No massage.”
Something didn’t feel right in the other room. The girls had become unusually quiet toward the end, like they sensed something was about to happen. He needed information. He told his masseuse to wait for a few minutes then take him back out as if she had finished with him.
Waiting was tedious because he knew he could be wasting valuable time but there was no help for it. After a few minutes she led him out, except going the opposite way down the hall that he had come in. She pointed towards the exit. As he started toward it, he mentally prepped himself for the coming attack. He could hear voices outside the door and knew someone was waiting for him. Pushing it open, there were four guys standing outside.
They were acting casual, smoking cigarettes and chatting, pretending he wasn’t even there. Fortunately, he knew better. As he stepped through them, he anticipated the coming beer bottle to the back of the head, ducking while sweeping his leg around to catch the attacker to his right. That bought him a moment as he went for the attacker on the front left. He was a big man, with curly hair. Zane wasted no time using the momentum of the straight right the man threw against him, grabbing his arms and twisting it behind him until he had dislocated his shoulder.
The man dropped in pain on the ground. “Uhmff.”
Zane felt a fist slide across his face, causing his vision to blur. Zane spun, tightening his abs as the man who was on the back left tried to go for a kidney shot. Absorbing the punch, he caught the man square in the jaw with a left hook. The man’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he fell.
The other two men were forming up behind Zane. They realized now they were dealing with someone who could fight and fight very well. The man who had tried to use the beer bottle tossed it aside. The other one pulled a knife out of his back pocket, flicking it open with a snap. Zane thought he clearly hadn’t been in a knife fight before by the way he was holding it. The man who had been holding the beer bottle went for what could only be a gun.
Acting on instinct and knowing that if the man got the gun out the fight would be over, Zane stepped forward unleashing a kick to the man’s chest. The impact lifted him off his feet before sending him sprawling. At the same time, the man with the knife dove for him.
“Aghh.” Zane let out a grunt, feeling the blade sink into his side until it was buried to the hilt. Staggering back, the man let go of it with a shocked expression that Zane was still standing. Seizing the opportunity, he caught the man with a quick jab and straight right, followed by a left hook. As the man collapsed, he stepped over him, pulling the embedded blade from his side.
The man he had kicked was on the ground, fumbling with whatever holster he was using for his gun. Zane kicked his arm away with his boot, then leaned down putting the knife to the man’s throat. “Who do you work for?” he asked in a menacing tone. He dared the man to make a move.
“I don’t know. I run this place and do what I’m told. I get paid not to ask questions.”
“Who do you receive instructions from?”
“This guy. He comes by once a week to make sure everything is fine and the money is being deposited like it should. I don’t even know his name, I swear!” He was shouting at this point, fearful of the look in Zane’s eyes.
“What day does he come?”
“Every Tuesday.”
“Why did you and your men attack me?”
“The guy called and said not to let you leave. I don’t ask questions.”
Zane could feel blood leaking from his side and flowing down his torso. He needed to end this quickly before he lost too much blood. It hadn’t been a large knife but the wound needed to be closed. He wouldn’t be able to help anyone if he kept questioning this man so long that he passed out. “Tell me about this guy.”
“He’s tall, has dark hair and eyes. Fair-colored skin. He has a dangerous look about him, like he doesn’t miss anything that’s going on.”
“I see. One last thing, what time does he normally come on Tuesdays?”
“Three o’clock. There’s no way he’ll be coming next week though. Not with you showing up. He’ll probably just send someone else.”
“You leave that up to me.” Zane said before slamming his fist down in the guy’s face. Hitting his head on the concrete caused the man to lose consciousness. Standing up, Zane felt his vision waver as he started walking back to the truck. He knew enough about anatomy to know that nothing vital was hit. He had been incredibly lucky, an inch
or two to the right or left and he would have been on his way to the emergency room.
Even still, he had lost a lot of blood and his adrenaline was slowing down. He needed to close the wound fast. His body could heal itself, it only needed the chance. Holding his right side with his left hand, he crossed the road half-hunched over. When he got closer to the truck Brenley hopped out in a panic.
“Oh my God, what happened?” she asked, worry filling her voice.
“I’ll tell you later. Right now we need to get out of here. You’re driving,” he said as he climbed into the passenger seat. Reclining the seat, he let his body relax while keeping pressure on the wound. Brenley climbed in and started the truck. “We can’t go to the hospital. I need you to go to a store and get a few things. I have plenty of medical supplies back at the lodge but I need to close this now.”
“What? You’re kidding, right? I can sew that up but you still need professional medical attention. You could have internal bleeding.”
“It wasn’t a big knife. I highly doubt there is any serious internal bleeding. Trust me, I’ll be fine. I need you to get me some ninety-one percent alcohol, a needle, thread and gauze.”
Giving him a look that said he was wrong but she wasn’t going to argue right now, Brenley drove towards the nearest pharmacy. Once she pulled up Zane waited outside while she went in to get the supplies. It only took her a few minutes before she came back out. Pulling out the needle, Brenley quickly threaded it before pouring alcohol over the needle and her hands.
“Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a doctor at one point?” Brenley asked calmly.
“No but I get the feeling I’m about to experience if you have the hands of a surgeon or not.”
Smiling, she finished prepping all the supplies. They rearranged themselves in the truck so she could sew him up properly. As he released his hand from the wound, he saw for the first time how much blood he had lost. It covered his entire side, as well as the leather seat. Brenley gasped before continuing. “This is going to hurt,” she said before pouring alcohol over the laceration. Cringing as it washed over the wound, Zane gritted his teeth in agony. She poured it over it again before drying it off with the gauze.
He gave Brenley a brief look before leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. The needle pierced his side smoothly as she worked on him. As he felt the wound finally close he looked up to watch her finish. She tied the knot expertly. Looking into her eyes, he saw how worried she was. Zane wasn’t entirely sure he would be all right but the knife had a relatively short blade. He didn’t feel like any serious damage had been done.
“Here hold this gauze over it,” Brenley said, handing him the bandages.
“Thank you,” was all he could muster as Brenley started the drive home.
Leaning back in the seat, he struggled to maintain consciousness as she drove. He knew his body was just trying to rest in order to regenerate itself but if he passed out now there was no way Brenley would be able to get him inside. The trip seemed like it took forever but they finally made it home. Brenley helped him out of the passenger seat despite his now sore side. He slowly walked inside, heading straight for the bedroom.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Brenley helped him get his shirt and boots off before he climbed into bed. It didn’t take him a minute after hitting the soft sheets before he was sound asleep.
* * * * *
Brenley sat on the edge of the bed not knowing what to do. Zane had passed out and she was worried about him. He wasn’t a doctor and didn’t know how bad it really was. She still didn’t know what had happened to him or what to do if he got worse. All she had seen was Zane hunched over, holding his side trying to make it back to the truck. He had said it had been a small knife but how had he been stabbed? This didn’t make any sense to her but then again the entire situation didn’t make sense.
She didn’t think there was anything more she could do until he woke up and told her what had happened. Looking over Zane, she noted how heavy his breathing was. He didn’t snore but his breath had a heavy cadence to it. His hair was splayed over his face in a messy fashion. Leaning forward, she brushed his hair out of his face with her hand. Not wanting to leave his side, Brenley slipped her shoes off before crawling into bed with him. Snuggling up next to him, Brenley felt like she belonged there. Why hadn’t she seen it sooner?
She lay there for a long time, thinking about everything she knew about Zane. It frightened her thinking of how well they connected. They had a partnership that worked really well. If only she could get over her fear of being hurt again maybe she could let him in. Maybe she could have the person she had always wanted.
Chapter Fifteen
Brenley smiled as Zane’s eyelids opened slowly at the smell of the food she brought in. It had been several days since he was stabbed and the wound was healing nicely. Thankfully the laceration had been mostly superficial, causing blood loss more than anything. Zane had stayed in bed the last several days to expedite the healing process, and to err on the side of caution. He had told her he was sore, but other than that he seemed well on his way to recovery.
Today she had cooked him a full breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, biscuits and gravy. Setting the tray on the nightstand, she sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked nearly a hundred percent better. There was also a look on his face she had never seen before.
“How are you feeling this morning?” she asked.
Without responding at all he sat up, slowly staring into her eyes. They had a look of hunger in them that she had seen flash across before but never so boldly. He was looking at her like he was about to ravage her entire body.
“I want you,” was all he managed before his massive hand reached out, pulling her mouth to his. He didn’t give her any opportunity to resist, taking complete control. Not that she would resist, she wanted him the same way. His tongue swirled around with hers before enveloping her lips with his.
He reached around her waist and pulled her over him so she was lying on her back. She felt herself become wet instantly. His huge body rolled over on top of her, his leg pressing in between hers. He moved to kiss her neck, sending spikes of pleasure through her body. Goose bumps sprang up in response to his touch. His lips were normally light and teasing but today they were full of hunger.
“What about your side?” Brenley queried weakly.
“I’m fine,” Zane managed, not giving her a chance to protest anymore.
“Ahhh.” A moan escaped her lips as he bit down where her neck met her shoulders. It wasn’t hard but just enough to send pulses of pleasure down to her now-soaked sex.
She had wanted things to go further between her and Zane and she knew today was the day. Normally he was reserved, teasing her. Today she could feel his hunger. She could feel how much he wanted her. It only caused her to get more excited, thinking about how long she had waited for today.
His hands roamed her body, caressing all over it. She could feel him breathing heavily on her skin. He pulled back, lifting her with him. Looking into her eyes, he didn’t say a word as his hands reached down, lifting her shirt. Raising her hands, she let him pull it off her. She was wearing a purple lace bra that he unclasped easily. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs as they met the air. She was thankful his shirt was already off. She got to admire how hard his muscles were, rippling over his chest.
Pushing her back down, he resumed kissing her neck passionately. Rather than being shy about being naked for the first time, it felt marvelous having his warm bare skin on hers. Although he was huge, his movements were gentle but firm. She found her hands exploring his torso, admiring how smooth it was. He wasn’t hairy at all. Instead his skin was smooth and tight over his muscles.
His hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning them to the bed. Instantly her heart sped up with excitement. Her breathing became heavier and faster. His mouth moved down her chest as he worked his lips over her breasts. Rather than going straight for the nipple he worked his way aro
und each of them. Her nipples, already hard and throbbing, swelled even more. He flicked his tongue over her right nipple, causing another moan. Tingling sensations of pleasure shot directly to her throbbing clit.
Still pinning her down, he finally gave in and went from playing with her nipples to putting his full mouth on them. Starting with her left first, he swirled his tongue around in circles, then back and forth before pulling away with a soft pop. His lips locked onto each nipple again, nibbling sensually. Waves of pleasure emanated through her body. Brenley flushed with heat as a ball of pleasure took hold in her belly. She hadn’t ever had anyone play with them so slowly. It was driving her wild. She didn’t even know she could be this turned on by someone playing with her nipples.
Releasing her wrist, his eyes met hers. He started tracing kisses down her torso. His hands worked their way to the pajama pants she had on. Looking down at him, she saw pure desire. At that moment she felt as if she were the only person in the world. He wanted her and he was going to take her. Slowly he started pulling her pants off. Lifting her legs, she helped him. At this point she wasn’t sure who wanted it worse.
Tossing her pajamas to the side, he started at her waistline where he had left off. She let her hands filter through his long hair. She could feel him slowly working his way toward her sex. Right when he was almost there, he moved to kissing the insides of her thighs. Her clit was throbbing so bad she didn’t think she could take it anymore.
It was so swollen it hurt. He placed a hand on the inside of each of her thighs. Pushing them open, a lascivious look flashed across his face. Each kiss to the inside of her thighs sent warm heat flowing through her body. Her legs started shaking with need.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he moved down, running his tongue over each of her lips. Waves of pleasure shot through her body. He was soft with his tongue and lips but also hit every spot. After running his tongue over the outside he took a long lick from the bottom of her V all the way to the top.
