“So now what?” she asked.
“We take care of it. It won’t take long!” he answered.
“Can I ask how?” she asked.
Paige had pieced together enough to know he was involved with the mob, and that something very serious was about to happen. But she wanted to know what she was getting herself into. She really liked Dean and was willing to put up with a certain amount of drama. But if it involved murder she would likely have to walk away.
“Hit them where it hurts, in the wallet!” he said. “We will likely take out a critical business of theirs, or arrange for a robbery!” he added.
“So you are not going to kill someone?” She asked nervously.
“No! We will never be the first on the killing block. It’s bad for business. But we will send a message that we know they did it. And they, for lack of a better term, are on notice!” he explained. “If they retaliate we will raise the stakes!” he added. “But we are not a fan of murder unless absolutely necessary!” he concluded.
“I am glad to hear that!” she said.
“Listen, I know this was more than you bargained for when we went for dinner Friday, and it’s a lot to digest right off the hop. But I will be honest. I like you, I mean I really like you. And I promise if you can make it through the next few days as we sort this out, I will take very good care of you!” he said.
Paige leaned over and gave him a soft kiss.
“I’ve never seen Brooke happier in her life. Her nightmares are gone, she is happy. I have heard all about you guys. I like you too. So if it’s all right with you, I think I am going to stick around!” she said as she smiled and looked deep into his eyes.
Dean leaned over and kissed her. The kiss turned lustful quickly as his hands found her breasts. “Oh Dean, you’re amazing, I’m so hot.” Paige whispered in his ear. They spent the next several minutes making out in his truck.
“You know what I would love to do right now?” he said as he finally broke their kiss.
“I don’t know? Me?” she asked hoping that was the answer.
“Oh definitely! But, before we do that, would you let me look at your artwork?” he asked her softly.
“Really? I offer you to take me now and you want to look at my art?” she said laughing.
“Oh, you’re mine! I promise you that!” he said with a sly grin.
“Let’s go to my apartment. I would love to show you my paintings.” She said.
Though they were only two days into a relationship, they had already found a comfort level with each other and easily joked with each other.
Dean put his truck in gear and headed towards her apartment. He pulled up to the front and they got out.
They walked up to the second-floor apartment and Paige unlocked the door and walked in.
“Don’t mind the mess!” she said as she took off her shoes at the door.
Dean looked around the apartment. It was a small, two-bedroom and one bathroom. There were a number of paintings on the wall that were well done.
“Are these paintings yours?” he asked as he admired each one.
“Most of them!” she said. “The tightrope walker is a print of a man walking between two buildings over downtown New York!” She added. “No net, 100 floors up, a tight rope! I’ve always loved that picture!” she said.
Dean paid little attention to the tight rope picture but studied her pieces with great interest.
“How long have you been painting?” he asked.
“I think I started finger painting when I was about two.” She said playfully.
She took his hand and led him down the hall. They entered her bedroom and studio where clearly she did her painting. There was a small futon in the corner, but the majority of the paintings she had done where in this room.
Dean looked through the stacks of canvases she had leaning up against the walls. Every so often pulling one out that called out to him.
“Babe! These are amazing! I mean these are worthy of display at any art gallery! I’m serious!” he said.
“Thanks! That’s just it. Unless you are a known name to an art gallery they won’t even look at your work. So it’s hard to get a display going!” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Tell you what, let me buy 20 of your best pieces for that project downtown. Name your price and don’t give me a break! I will pay full retail. Then I will talk to a friend I know who has connections in the art world. Let me see if I can get you a night at a local art gallery.” He said.
“Are you kidding?” she asked shocked at such a generous offer.
“I am not an art aficionado, but would a grand per painting work? And I get to choose the 20 I want. Is that fair? Or are they worth more?” he asked now in business mode.
Paige’s jaw dropped. Did he just say 20 grand?
“Done, Wow! Thank you!” she said unable to think of anything else to say.
“I’ll have my assistant call you tomorrow and you’ll have a check by the end of the day or Tuesday at the latest. Then I will swing by with my designer and we will pick out the 20 we like.” He said.
“I am shocked! I mean, I love painting and always thought I was good. But this is, I don’t know what to say. Thank you!” she said as she held him tight.
Dean held her tight and kissed her. The negotiation process was over and his mind was no longer in business mode. His tongue dove into her mouth as his hand found her full breasts.
He wasted no time undressing her as her hands quickly removed his shirt and jeans. Moments later they stood naked in her bedroom as he navigated back towards her futon. She could feel his rock hard cock pressed against her as they slowly walked backward.
Dean pushed her gently once they got to the futon.She landed on the futon and positioned herself in the middle of the makeshift bed. Dean knelt before her and pushed her legs apart. “Hmm… this is new. Oh don’t stop.” Gasped Paige. He kissed his way slowly up the inside of her left thigh. “My queen, what I’m about to do to you.” Dean smiled to himself.
Paige leaned back in the bed and moaned, it felt so good. His lips halfway up her thigh as he kissed her over and over again.Each kiss moving ever so slightly closer to the center of her body. Paige desperately wanted to grab his head and push it into her center, but she knew he wanted to tease her.
She lay there, enjoying every tender kiss on her body. She felt his lips almost at her wanting pussy, and just as he was about to arrive at her hot dripping pussy, he moved his lips to her right knee. Kissing his way inch by inch up her inner thigh. Slowly teasing her. Her body on fire, wanting and needing so much more. Her pussy dripping wet in anticipation.
His lips passing the halfway point of her inner thigh as he kissed tenderly up her leg. His lips inching closer and closer to her pussy. She felt his teeth gently bite her skin right beside her pussy as he pulled it gently. Then she felt his tongue circling her clit. She squealed and her body vibrated to his touch. He started to suck harder.
Two fingers eased into her tight pussy as he began teasing her clit relentlessly. She could feel his 2-day growth of facial hair tickling her thighs as he continued to eat her. His tongue circling her clit as his two fingers fucked her pussy deep and hard. Paige’s body twitching on the bed as he pleased her.
She arched her back, pushing her crotch into his face as he continued to orally please her. Her hands clenched the blankets as she made two fistfuls of blankets. “Oh my God, please don’t stop!” she cried out. Dean knew it was a matter of seconds before she erupted. He grabbed her clit between his teeth and tugged at it. His fingers pushed deep into her pussy and he wiggled them deep inside of her body. Dean felt the squirt of her juices splash his lips as she climaxed. Dean greedily lapped up her juices and continued fingering her as he juices erupted from her body.
Dean moved from her creamy center to her lips as he kissed her deeply. She could taste her sweet juices dripping from his lips. She felt his rock hard cock push into her wanting chasm. She wrapped
her legs around him tight and pulled him in deep. Her pussy was still erupting but she wanted him bad. “Take me!” she growled. Dean placed his hands on either side of her head as he started to pound her pussy hard and fast. His cock slid in and out of her wanting pussy still screaming from her orgasm. He increased his thrust. He fucked her harder, deeper. Paige screamed in delight as her entire body was on fire. Dean pounded her as hard as he could. Their bodies slapped together hard with each thrust into her body. Paige came again. Dean felt her hot juices dripping around his cock as he continued to fuck her. With one final thrust into her body, he came hard. His cum shot deep inside her body as he left his hard cock fully inserted into her. She felt every time his cock pulsed and delivered another splash of his cum inside of her. Once his cock was spent he rolled over slowly. They both laid there gasping for air. Motionless as their bodies needed to regain some strength before they could even think of standing.
Once their breathing returned to normal, Paige leaned over and kissed him lustfully. She was not done with him yet. It was her turn to be teasing him. She kissed his neck. She kissed the tattoo on his chest. Her hand found his cock, it was still limp but she held it and stroked it slowly. She kissed each of the 6 pack ab muscles and slowly worked her way to his cock.
She felt their mixed juices in her hand as she continued to play with his cock. Her lips reached his cock and she wasted no time sliding his semi-erect cock into her mouth. Her tongue greedily cleaned every inch of his shaft as she savored their combined juices from his dick. She continued to suck his cock until she felt him grow in her mouth. The more she slid her mouth up and down on his manhood, the more he grew, the harder he got. It was not long until she had milked him back to full life.
His rock hard cock sliding deep into her mouth and the head pushing at the back of her throat. Dean reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair as he looked down and admired her talents. Her thumb and pointer finger had a chokehold on the base of his cock as her mouth bobbed up and down on him. Each time she felt his head pushing at her throat. She moved her thumb and her pointer finger off his dick and pushed his head into her throat. Dean let out a loud moan as she took his entire cock into her mouth and throat.
“Fuck babe! Do that again.” He asked.
She took his cock again, deep into her mouth, and pushed the head into her throat once again for him. Dean let out a loud moan. She could taste the juices on the tip of his dick and she knew he was ready to blow soon. She grabbed the base of his dick again and her mouth worked his dick harder. Every so often allowing his head into her throat then licking the juices from the tip of his dick. She could hear him moaning none stop now.
His breathing staggered as she took him one more time into her throat. That was all he needed. She felt the spray of his cum splash the back of her throat. She greedily swallowed every drop he produced. The pulse of his cock shooting more and more cum down her throat. She made sure her lips were tight around his dick, not letting one drop of his cum go to waste.
Once he was done she lay beside him and kissed him. He could taste his load on her lips and tongue as he kissed her passionately.
They lay in bed together and held each other close.
Chapter 9 – Evening Visit
Hunter and Octavia arrived at the hospital at 5:30. They walked to Blake’s room and saw James sitting beside him. Blake was asleep but James sat there quietly, motionlessly, watching the monitors that were hooked up to James’ body.
Although they tried to enter the room quietly Blake work up.
“Heard of fucking elephants walking into the room!” said Blake.
“Hey, be nice to Octavia! She is no elephant!” said Hunter.
“No, I meant you’re heavy enough for two!” he rebutted.
Blake’s coping mechanism with all of this was sarcasm. Hunter knew it, and there was never any shortage of banter between the crew.
“How are you feeling buddy?” Asked Hunter.
“Better than ever? Is GQ here yet for my photoshoot? I did my make-up. Tell them I am ready!” he said smiling.
Blake had learned that a smile was about all he could muster up as laughing caused his ribs far too much pain.
Hunter held his hand, didn’t care if James or Octavia saw his soft side.
“You’re too good looking for GQ. Maybe Playgirl!” He said with a laugh. “Listen we found out some details. It was the South Side. We know who it was, and we are sending a message. This will not happen again, I assure you!” he said.
Blake looked at his lifelong friend and smiled. A tear rolled from the corner of one eye. Silence filled the room for a few moments and they held each other’s hand.
“Well, this Hallmark moment is too much for my black ass! I’m heading to work. Take care Blake, I will swing by tomorrow afternoon to check in on you!” he said as he walked out the door.
“James!” said Blake.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Bring me some scotch tomorrow, would you?” he said with a smile.
“HA! Blake is back! You got it buddy!” he said as he walked out of the room.
“I smell chicken!” said Blake.
Just then Octavia remembered she was holding a bag of KFC Chicken.
“Oh, sorry. We were told the hospital food is not quite, well, food. So we brought you a little chicken.” She said as she held up the bag.
“Wait, hang on. We best check with the nurses, maybe he is on a special diet in his fragile state.” Said Hunter as he opened the bucket of chicken and took out a leg. “I mean I would hate to slow your healing process with food that was not on your strict diet.” He said as he took a bite of the chicken leg.
“Hunter, I swear to God if you don’t give me a piece of chicken I will stand up and kick your sorry ass!” said Blake.
Hunter released his hand and laughed.
“Glad you’re feeling better!” he said. “With an attitude like that you will be out of here in no time!” he added.
Just then the door opened and an elderly lady carrying a tray of food entered the room. The mobile table was already in place and Blake had his hospital bed raised so he could eat the chicken with his one good hand.
“I see someone is breaking the rules.” Said the elderly lady.
She placed the hospital tray on his table and removed the top. Blake looked down at the almost white pork chop, no seasoning, the single scoop of mashed potatoes, and a few string beans on the plate. Beside the plate was a single-serving carton of skim milk.
Blake looked at the elderly lady and took a bite of his chicken.
“Can we pretend I ate all this, and somehow this tray magically disappears?” he asked her.
Octavia put the lid back on the tray.
“Let me take this to your cart” she whispered as she passed the older lady.
“You are a cute one! Maybe I will sneak you some extra cookies tomorrow night!” she said to Blake as she winked at him.
Octavia and the lady left the room.
“There you go, pal! No more dating sites for you, you have a wonderful lady right there. She brings you food, she winked at you. You’re in!” he said laughing.
Blake looked at Hunter blankly.
“Fuck off!” he said as they both burst out into laughter.
Just then Blake held his sides and moaned in pain.
Octavia entered the room and asked if he was ok.
“Yea, just forgot I can’t laugh!” Blake answered sadly. Knowing full well he was not going anywhere until his ribs had healed.
Hunter and Octavia spent the next few hours visiting with Blake and keeping him company. The clock on the wall turned 11 PM and a nurse entered the room.
“I am sorry. Visiting hours are now over. It is best that he gets some rest now.” She said very politely.
“We’re taking the night shift. We will be in the waiting room. Text me if you need anything!” Said Hunter.
“Get some rest!” Said Octavia as she leaned over and kissed h
is cheek.
Octavia and Hunter left the room and went to wait outside for the night.
Blake looked at the nurse that kicked out his friends. An attractive young lady, who he guessed was close to his age.
“You are not the same nurse as last night!” he said.
“No, I was on my nights off. This is my first night of 7 she said.” Smiling at him. “My name is Melissa. Sorry to say you will be stuck with me for the rest of the week. Well, evenings anyway!” she added.
“I’m Blake.” he said.
“I know. I read your chart! Car accident, 7 broken ribs, arm broke in 2 places, various cuts and bruises.” she said.
“Yes ma’am.” he said smiling gently.
Blake thought to himself, she’s gorgeous, has a kind face, maybe this hospital stay won’t be so bad?
Chapter 10 – Overcoming fears
“Hey babe, how’s your day?” Texted Dean to Paige.
“Pretty good, kind of slow.” She replied.
“Can I pick you up after work? I need to blow off some steam, and I would LOVE for you to come with me!” He said.
“What do you have in mind?” She texted back.
“If I tell you that, you won’t come. Trust me and just say yes?” he replied.
There was a pause before she replied.
“I trust you. YES!” was the reply.
“I’ll pick you up at 6!” he replied back.
“K! Xo” she answered.
Dean put his phone away and replied to a few emails. He made a few calls, but could not stop looking at the clock as his day dragged on.
5:30 PM finally arrived, and he hopped in his truck and went to get Paige. He got to her salon a few minutes early and waited in the truck.
A few minutes past 6 and Dean saw Paige exit the salon. She hopped into his truck, leaned over and gave him a welcoming kiss.
“How was your day?” He asked her.
“Pretty slow, but not bad!” she replied. “How was yours? How’s Blake?” she asked.
“My day started off great. I signed the contracts on that new project I was telling you about. The afternoon was slow and boring. Blake is doing well. Apparently he has the hots for the night nurse.” He said with a chuckle.
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