by Jennifer Ann
“Now,” I say, clearing my throat, “we need to continue where we left off last time. I looked into public records, and unfortunately, everything about the warehouse and Spinner’s seems to be legit. Is there anything you came across that I could work with? Anything you remember about the dancers that I could use so they’ll trust me?”
A flash of anger crosses his features, drawing everything tight. “If you keep poking around, someone’s going to take notice.”
“I know, and I’ve been careful.”
Lifting his hands, he begins to methodically rub at his jaw. “I don’t like this, Alexa.”
“No one said you have to. But you should learn to accept it, because whenever you fight me on this, we’re only wasting more time. And we already used up enough of it getting each other off.”
His lips twist with a sly little smirk. “I’ve never met a woman with so much determination.”
“Yeah, well, when you get out I’ll introduce you to my friend Tatum.”
“I’d like that.”
Damn it, the way he says it with complete sincerity makes me insanely excited. The idea of bringing Michael to my world has me giddy. I don’t know what to do with these feelings. I don’t know how to let a man past my carefully constructed walls without falling too hard.
The end of my hour-long visit arrives way too soon. As I scribbled notes during our conversation, I obsessively checked my watch until there were five minutes to go. The way Michael kept looking at me sideways and continuously rubbing his palms together, I was sure he was dreading it just as much.
There wasn’t any weirdness between us while he told me everything he uncovered about the dancers and waitresses at Spinner’s—which was pretty much jack squat—but it’s certainly here as I put my notepad away.
Do I tell him that I had a good time? Do we go on like it never happened? Do I tell him the truth, that I’d like to fuck him again every chance we get? Do I tell him how badly I want to feel him come down my throat with my lips wrapped around his cock?
“Promise me you’ll be careful with the information I gave you,” he says.
“I will,” I answer, hoping he can see the honesty in my open expression. Then I saunter back to his side of the table and lean over him. When I press my palm over his heart, I feel it thumping like a jackrabbit. “And one way or another I am going to get you out of here, Michael. Now kiss me quickly before they come to take you away.”
Without protest, his lips cover mine. I push my tongue inside, lapping him as I cup his hard-on. When I back away, his eyes are heavily lidded.
“Remember that when you’re alone in bed the next couple of nights,” I say.
He seems incapable of speech as I collect the file and slip into my coat. I may be cool and collected when the door swings open and Smith barks that our time is up, but my legs are like jelly and paranoia clenches my throat.
I feel completely transparent when Smith glances from me to Michael, holding his gaze as if suspicious of what went down between us. Is the lingering odor of sex obvious, or is it just me? It makes me nervous as hell considering what Michael said about Smith liking to make waves with inmates.
“I’ll see you again in a few days,” I tell Michael, squaring my shoulders with confidence when he meets my gaze. My smile may be restrained, but I’m certain he can see the sparkle in my eyes that he singlehandedly placed there.
6
Michael
Once I’m in bed a few hours later, staring at the bottom of Chuck’s cot and listening to his deep snores, the cold fingers of guilt wrap around my mind. What have I done? Alexa doesn’t deserve this shit. Fucking a prisoner in secret. Having to walk past the guards with my cum trickling down her legs. Being with someone who can’t even take her out for a drink after. Any of it. I’m a dick for not stopping her.
But the pressure in my balls built to epic levels when she rode me. And the way she claimed my mouth, consuming my groans as intense trickles of pleasure filled my body…I was as desperate to keep it going every bit as much as I wanted the torture to stop. Then I climaxed with a blinding explosion. I haven’t felt anything as glorious as shooting my cum deep inside Alexa. When I decide on her next visit that I’ll throw her on the table and stick my tongue in her sweet pussy, I’m rock hard all over again.
Sighing, I pull my dick from my pants and close my eyes. It’s never going to let me rest now that I’ve gotten a taste of Alexa.
After three fitful nights of sleep, both worried what Alexa is doing about the Four Brothers and constantly turned on by the memory of her body, I’m told I have a visitor. About fucking time. I don’t know how much longer my wrist can go without seeing her again.
The tight band of excitement in my chest sizzles with the sight of the Four Brothers’ former president waiting in the standard visitor’s room. My dad’s oldest friend has aged considerably in the past couple of years with graying hair and deep wrinkles set around his eyes, but the sight of him and the smell of his chewing tobacco never fail to take me back to the memories of being a kid. Feelings of hopelessness and despair from my childhood return whenever I look into his steely gray eyes.
“Hello, son.” He stands as I take the chair across from him to shake my hand. Even though Jack Matthews is a head shorter and half my size, nearly skinny as a rail, his reputation never failed to demand respect from everyone he encountered. At least until he left the club. Now, without the leather cut, he almost looks…frail. “You’re taking this prison thing to a whole ‘nother level with that sharp haircut.”
“Good to see you, sir.”
“Don’t sound like it,” he answers with a chuckle as he sits. “You look like you were hoping to see someone else. Maybe a certain blue-eyed attorney?”
A swell of irritation rises in my throat. “About that. I told you to have her firm find someone else to represent me. Someone like her shouldn’t be stopping by for visits, surrounded by these animals. She shouldn’t be involved.”
“You need her, son. She’s supposed to be one of the best around for this kind of thing. Came highly recommended by an old Army buddy. Figured you’d like the fact that she was a veteran, too. Didn’t know she’d be easy on the eyes until she paid me a surprise visit a few days back.”
Trying to wrangle a dark surge of anger, I reach up to scratch the top of my head. If he knew the whole story behind my arrest, the reason I was determined to join Four Brothers and get close to Kerissa, maybe he’d understand why I’m so weary. “You could’ve at least warned me that they were sending a woman. I was expecting the man I had been talking with on the phone.”
“Listen to you bellyache about how you don’t want a woman involved.” With a shake of his head, he releases a low, rumbling chuckle. “Sorry, son, but we all know there’s no way in hell I’ll let you rot in this place. Your momma’d be spinning in her grave if she knew the reason why you ended up in here. Don’t you dare fight me on this.”
“Yessir,” I answer with a guilty bob of my head.
“Now that we got that nonsense out of the way, I came by to see how you’ve been holding up.”
“Got moved from laundry to maintenance.” I shrug one shoulder. “Sometimes this place isn’t all that different from boot camp. Work hard, do as the man says, mind my own business. Most guys in here leave me alone. They’re more concerned about the pedophiles and rapists.”
His gaze moves down to my arms. “Looks like you’ve been keeping in shape. You’ve gotten bigger since I seen you last.”
I lift one shoulder. “I lift and do cardio as much as possible. Keeps my mind clear.”
“Good, good. You need to keep a positive attitude. Alexa will get you out of here, son. There’s a look of sheer determination in those big blue eyes that I’ve never seen in a woman.”
Looking down to my hands, I brace myself for what’s coming next. “You been down to see my old man?”
“He’s…not doing so well.” I look up to see Jack scratch at the patch of white
stubble along his jaw, seeming hesitant to continue. His eyes move beyond me for a moment before returning to meet my gaze. “They’ve been keeping him heavily sedated, and don’t allow for any visitors.”
Leaning back in my chair I grumble to myself, wiping my face and swallowing back a flash of rage. In addition to inheriting my dad’s sense of duty to our country, his tendency toward episodes of blinding rage was another trait he so graciously passed down. But maybe he got what he deserved. Whenever I think my situation couldn’t be any worse, I remind myself that I could end up like my old man—an invalid with no hope for a future.
Jack leans over the table, pointing at me. “Stop that shit right now, MJ. You’re not your old man. You’re brave, and you’re stronger than he ever was. You’ve never hurt another soul unless they had it coming to them. They still making you take those anger classes?”
“Yessir,” I answer quietly.
“Good. Don’t need you having any issues that will get you sent down to solitary.”
If he only knew that since my incarceration, the most worked up I’ve been was because of Alexa. Knowing she’s willingly putting herself in danger made me realize just how little control I have over the situation. And hearing Smith talk shit about her has kept me awake every time my head hits the pillow. Now that I’m interested in her well-being, it’s a whole new ballgame.
“You all right?” Jack asks, drawing his eyebrows down.
I firmly set my hands back on the table, making a loud clang with the cuffs. “Can you do me a favor?”
“You know I’d do anything for you, son. I’d trade places with ya if I could.”
“Check in with Alexa every now and then, make sure she’s okay. I just…worry. Someone that beautiful and stubborn is a bullseye for assholes.”
Jack breaks out in a smile that makes his eyes shine. “So you have grown sweet on her.”
“I’d have to be fucking blind not to,” I answer truthfully.
“Well in that case, I’m especially glad she’s on your side. I imagine it’s hard to be locked away from the rest of the world without having something to brighten your day.”
If he only knew just how bright she has made things.
Jack crosses his arms and dips his chin. “You aware she was a Major in the Army?”
“She told me. Doesn’t mean someone her size is any less vulnerable. And she’s too damn confident. I don’t think she believes that anyone could hurt her.”
“Sure, son. I’ll check in with her often, maybe even take a trip to Miami to take her out for lunch.”
“Thanks. It’ll help me sleep better at night knowing someone’s keeping track of her. She mentioned she doesn’t have any family.” Before the memory of my last visit with Alexa makes me uncomfortably hard per usual, I decide it’s time to focus on something else. “Heard anything from the club?”
“Word has it they’re still uneasy about Kerissa’s disappearance. Dryden has a hundred thousand dollar reward out for anyone who has any information on her whereabouts.” He rubs at his wrinkled forehead. “He still thinks you had something to do with it.”
A painful tightness spreads across my chest. I look away when I’m not able to tell him the truth. “She’ll turn up.”
“Dryden’s a dangerous man, MJ. We both know he went behind my back after your old man was hauled away, made decisions I couldn’t stand behind. If I hadn’t stepped down when I did, they probably would’a killed me eventually. You should’ve left the club with me. You wouldn't be sittin’ here, tryin’ to figure out how to avoid spending the rest of your life locked away from the people you love.”
Though I want to confess everything to the man who has been the kind of father figure my old man could never be, the danger of getting him involved isn’t worth the risk. The only way I’ll fill Jack in on the truth is if something happens to Alexa, and that shit’s not going to happen. It fucking can’t.
Besides, Jack’s the kind of stubborn, honorable man that would go after the Four Brothers with guns blazing if he knew the whole story. And Dryden’s too much of a sick fuck not to come out of the battle on top. He’d kill me and destroy everyone I care about if he knew the truth about Kerissa.
Later that afternoon when Alexa finally arrives, the hunger in her eyes is so evident that I’m surprised Smith doesn’t make some smart-assed comment before leaving us alone. Mere seconds after the door has clicked shut behind him, she’s propping a chair against it then putting her clever mouth on mine, clutching me like a life preserver.
Tasting her again is better than winning the damn lottery. Her lips are sweet, soft, and as determined as her warm little tongue stroking through my mouth. I’m ready to throw her to the floor and taste all of her around the time she stops for air, breathing heavily.
I awkwardly fist a chunk of her soft hair and growl against her lips when breathing her in. “God, I missed you like fucking crazy. This four days business is total bullshit. Couldn’t you have found an exception to the warden’s rule? A reason to visit sooner?”
“I’ve been busy looking into your case. There were several sets of fingerprints on the victim’s body, one that was perfectly intact. Your trial attorney didn’t push to have it investigated any further, so I did. The prints weren’t a match with anyone already in the system, but I have someone trustworthy looking deeper into it. I almost looked over the print—it was buried deep beneath a pile of circumstantial evidence in the lead investigator’s file. It’s almost like someone didn’t want it to be discovered. The judge granted a hearing based on the motion I submitted.”
I pull back to meet her gaze. “When?”
“In two weeks.” Her expression is as bright as the sun when she smiles. “The prosecuting attorney opposed granting an evidentiary hearing, but Judge Kespohl said she’s inclined to hear me out.”
“I fucking love you,” I blurt.
Lips slack, she steps out of my reach. Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that. Or did I? What if I only feel something for her because she may actually get me out of here? But I know that’s bullshit. I’m a lucky bastard for having her around. There’s no one else like her, and I’m not letting her slip away. I can’t say with certainty that I actually love her this soon, but whatever I’m feeling is fucking intense.
“I just mean…you know. I’m glad you’re on my side,” I say with a flippant shrug.
She slowly shakes her head. “Don’t get your hopes up, Michael. It doesn’t mean she’s ruling in our favor. There’s still the question of your hair—”
“Like my trial lawyer said, it could’ve been planted.”
“I believe you, but in a court of law, they’re bound by circumstantial evidence. We can’t count on the court to see the bigger picture.”
“Are they letting me out for the hearing?”
“I’ve filed a request. The decision is up to the warden.” The way she looks beyond me, I worry that I’ve lost her. She’s had too much time to think about what we did.
“I need to be with you outside of this place.” I stalk toward her, reaching out to cup her face. “I’ve been dying to touch you again, baby girl.”
“I think I lost a little of my mind waiting to see you again.” Then she leans into my hand before turning to take one of my fingers in her warm, wet mouth, and I know my girl is back. Balls drawn tight, a moan gets stuck in my throat. She’s fucking exquisite. As she releases the digit, leaving a trail of her saliva on my skin, her blue eyes lock with mine. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do to you the next time we were alone.”
All at once she lowers to her knees in front of me, drawing my pants and boxers down along with her. Holding my gaze, her pretty little tongue darts out for a taste of my throbbing tip. I grab a fistful of the hair on top of her head and growl, closing my eyes with my head tipped back.
Then her mouth is sinking down around my swollen cock, those dark nails are wrapping around my shaft, and she’s creating a suction with her lips unlike anything I
’ve felt before. This woman is completely un-fucking-real. She’s all soft and velvety, dedicated and determined to satisfy me in every way imaginable. The eager rasp of her tongue and strokes of her fingers beneath my ball sack sends me on a one-way ticket to total nirvana.
Prison has gradually stripped me down of my manhood, made me feel like nothing of any significance. I’m just another mouth to feed, another body to occupy a cot. But being with Alexa has begun to rebuild what the system has taken away. She makes me feel whole again. I’ve never felt this good about anything.
As her mouth is draining me of all reason, giving me the kind of pleasure I never thought I’d know again, I want to fill her once more, make her lose control. I want to taste her, and own her in every way, branding every inch of her tight little body as mine.
The tension in my balls is borderline painful when I tug her hair just hard enough to get her attention and make her stop. “Climb onto me, baby girl. I want to make you feel this good too. And I want to be kissing that sweet little mouth when I come inside you.”
She rises to her feet, leaning into me with a dizzy little smile pressed to her lips. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, bringing my hands up beneath her skirt and past the lace of her panties. I moan when she guides a finger inside her warm, slick opening. “You already made me feel good,” she whispers.
I kiss her hard, pulling her down to the chair on top of me. Her hands align things between us before twinning around my neck. Then I enter her hard and unrelenting, and we both hiss in satisfaction. It’s been too damn long, and I’m already dreading the next three days when we’re apart. She grinds into me, taking on a rhythm that’s every bit as painfully slow as it is delightfully fast and hard. I can’t get enough of her slick heat, or her soft mouth. I manage to palm one of her full tits, eliciting another hiss from her that’s absorbed by our greedy mouths.
The way her muscles grasp my cock has me ricocheting off the edge of reason. Everything about the way we move together, despite my hands and legs being chained together, it’s like our bodies were made for this. Made to move together. Made to provide each other with mind-blowing bliss.
