Heart of Glass (Heart #1)

by Lolah Lace

  “I wonder if it’s true that killers show up at the funerals of their victims’.”

  “You never know. We might just get lucky.”

  After a few more hours of drinking and discussing the case it was time for bed. Tami had been fighting sleep for half an hour. She was trying to hang, but she wanted Mike to leave the premises. She hated how much she was attracted to him. His magnificent body was too much for her to think about.

  If Mike left now she could save face. She had too many beers, and she knew she would give in if he even touched her in a sexual way. Please go, was the mantra that played over in her head. She just couldn’t throw him out. She didn’t want him to see her upset and unsteady. She didn’t want him to know he elicited such strong emotions from her. The last thing she needed was sex with her virile ex-boyfriend.

  “Tami, you are sleepy. You can go up to bed. I’ll clean up my mess and make sure your door is locked.”

  It was just what Tami wanted to hear. She was beat and tipsy. She wanted to sleep it off. Tami nodded to Mike as he started cleaning up the mess he had made on her coffee table.

  Tami rose from sitting and slowly walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She was a little dizzy, so she held onto the railing as she made her way up. She started undressing as soon as she entered her bedroom. In moments, she had stripped down to her bra and panties. Sleep called upon her without a second of hesitation. Tami crawled into bed and snuggled under the covers. She closed her eyes and was out in mere seconds.

  CHAPTER 8

  Downstairs, Mike had gathered his belongings, but he was pacing the floor. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted sex with his ex. He had missed Tami more than he realized. Even though she had given him his walking papers he just couldn’t bring himself to sleep with another woman. He turned down every pretty young thing that came across his path.

  He only craved one woman, Tamika Johnson. He liked the way they gelled. He loved how wild she was in bed. It was in complete contrast to her stiff and stuffy persona. He loved that she had a split personality that only he knew about. She was like his personal sexy librarian, and he missed the wealth of intimacy. He missed her companionship even more than he could truly understand. They had been a couple for so long, he wasn’t sure he could go on without her in his life. She was familiar but in a good way, in the best way. He didn’t see how he could ever replace her. He never really wanted to. At times she was stubborn and irrational. But he didn’t care about that anymore, especially not tonight.

  Mike was trying to make a final decision. It was a hard task when he got rocked by the image of her wetness running down his stiff shaft and coating his nuts. He had to go up the stairs. It would be unmanly to not fill her up.

  He walked slowly upstairs removing his t-shirt as he made his way. He unbuttoned his pants and entered her bedroom. She was asleep. He should have come upstairs sooner. It took him so long to make up his mind, and Tami could fall asleep at the drop of a dime. This minor detail didn’t deter him. He flipped off his shoes. He removed his pants and his boxer briefs. He was naked and ready to rekindle their relationship in some way or another.

  He looked at Tami as she slept soundly on her side. If he could take back all the things that caused a rift between them he would. Mike was smart about a lot of things, but he didn’t know how to fix the damage that had transpired between them. He didn’t understand it fully.

  He slowly rose and slipped under the cover and spooned her. As soon as his rigid member found her ample butt, he grimaced. She was wearing panties, and this would make his covert mission a little bit tougher.

  Mike reached around her warm body and cupped her breast in his hand. He pinched the nipple that had already slipped out of her bra. He remembered how full and large her natural C cups were. He remembered how they bulged from her bra. Mike wished he could suck on her hard nipples. He knew he was pressing his luck cuddling in bed with her in the first place.

  Mike felt himself rise to the occasion. He wanted her out of those tiny panties, and he didn’t waste any time pulling them down. Once they were at her ankles he used his foot to successfully disengage them from her body.

  He brushed her shoulder length hair to the side and slowly licked the back of her neck. It was something he did. It was a sexy, reflexive action that he always had whenever he was lying behind her. Her neck was so smooth; the urge to taste it never escaped him.

  Tami stirred as Mike lifted her upper leg in the air, so he could clear a path to her exposed pussy. He glided his fingers over her ass and brushed his fingertips over her moist opening. She was shaved right in the spot he liked, the lips. He closed his eyes as he opened her pussy and plunged two fingers into her. His fingers glided in without any problem, and he knew soon enough his cock would do the same.

  He was hard as a brick so much so his erection hurt. It had been awhile. He held his stiff cock and pointed it in the direction of the place that gave him the most pleasure. Mike pressed the head of his cock into her swollen lips. He pushed inside. He gently slipped his huge dickhead into her. Tami’s body jerked from the large intrusion. He slid in a third of the way. Mike gritted his teeth as her taut walls spread and cradled him closely, while he probed inside her.

  He was totally immersed in the sensuous movement of their bodies. With Tami slightly alert, she drunkenly rolled her hips back into his pelvis. She moaned out through closed lips. The sound vibrated in her chest, and Mike’s mouth opened. Her sex sounds were the biggest turn on.

  Mike’s teeth stayed clenched tight as he tried to keep his thoughts in a place that would make him last longer. If he had masturbated this morning, he wouldn’t be so close to the brink of an electric explosion.

  Mike roughly tugged at her breasts. His fingernails clawed at her skin as he fought his instinct to dig deeper into her cavernous body. Not yet, he thought as he pulled his body back and only let half of his shaft stay inside her taut walls.

  The move didn’t work because Tami rolled and rocked back into his shaft impaling herself on his long thick cock.

  “SHIT!” Mike whisper-screamed.

  “Fuck it,” he breathed. He pushed her upper shoulder down to the mattress, so she would be face down on the bed.

  Tami’s arms fanned out and tucked under the pillow that lay underneath her head. Mike shifted his body but never disengaged his stiff cock from her juicy snatch. He sucked up all the air around him and dug his knees into the mattress. He lifted his body, so he could get a look at her nude backside. He rubbed his hands in calming circles over both her butt cheeks.

  His mind went from tender loving thoughts to hardcore X-rated thoughts in seconds. Not tonight, he thought. He would rip her insides to pieces another time. He would pound her fast and hard the next time. He would pull her hair and slap her ass the next go ‘round.

  Tonight there would be a little rapid fire, not a full-blown massacre. Mike gripped the sides of her hips and propped her up on her knees. He bent down over her body to lick the back of her neck and trail his tongue down her silky back. Tami’s body arched to the ceiling like a scared kitten.

  Mike rose up and held her hips firm as he pushed inside her. He hit her slow and carefully, probing deeper inside her with every precise movement. He hurried his pace and sprinted into an overwhelming rhythm. He had to have her back.

  He resisted the urge to grab a handful of her hair and yank her face off the security of her pillow. Next time. He would be a good boy this time, work his way back into her bed and ultimately back into her life.

  “Mmmmm.” Tami’s muffled groans were only magnified by the silence that filled the room.

  Mike exhaled and probed the sides of her inner walls. He tried to stuff her to full capacity.

  As he started to grind his teeth together he knew he could no longer hold onto his simmering cum. He needed the relief. He had craved this release for far too long. His cock wanted him to just hit one deep hard pound.

  His cock’s wish came true within seconds. Mike thru
st his pelvis deep down into her sidewalls. His eyelids squeezed shut. His shoulders hunched, and the muscles in his back tensed as he released every creamy drop of his seed exclusively inside the only woman he ever truly loved.

  Mike pumped a few times more to make sure he planted most of his jizz inside her and not on her fresh bed sheets. His fingers relaxed on her hips. His eyes opened as he caught his breath. He allowed her limp body to lower to the mattress and glide off his slick wet shaft. He licked his lips when the head of his cock slipped from inside her.

  Sleep. Mike lowered his body to the bed. He got into a comfortable place on his side. He pulled Tami back on her side and spooned her skin-to-skin. He grabbed the bed sheet and covered their bodies from the waist down. Burying his face into the nape of her neck, he snuggled into her, breathed in her scent, and closed his eyes.

  CHAPTER 9

  Tami felt the morning sun warm her back as she slept. She thought she was dreaming, but the heat was intense enough to let her know it was truly a reality. She was in the odd yet tranquil place between sleep and wakefulness. The bed felt comfy and her body felt the same.

  The cordless phone rang its obnoxious ring, the ring of an old-school landline. It was the first ring of the day; the first annoyance she heard as her mind woke, but her body remained on snooze. The bothersome phone rang again.

  Tami opened one eye and took a deep breath. She reached over to the bedside table and lifted the flashing phone to her eye to read the caller ID.

  She tapped the talk button with her index finger. “Hello.” Her groggy voice was barely audible. She turned to her side and noticed Mike sound asleep in bed next to her. Her eyes peered down at the hand he had draped around her bare waist. She was still disoriented, but she managed to push his muscular arm off of her. She felt the sensation of air as it brushed against her nipples and realized she was topless. It did happen—sex.

  “No, I don’t want to change my long distance service.” She frowned into the phone and ended the call. She placed the cordless phone back on the base.

  Tami rubbed her tired eyes. She struggled to get clarity. Mike wasn’t moving beside her. She remembered the sex, but she thought it was a dream. She had dreamed of sex with Mike quite often since the breakup, and those dreams produced orgasms. She was freaking out inside with the knowledge that crept over her. She had sex with Mike, real sex, not dream sex. She had to contend with the aftermath.

  Tami clutched the bed sheet and held it to cover her breasts. She wasn’t wearing panties, and this infuriated her. She was mad at herself for falling prey to Mike’s roguish charms all over again. This was a bootie call pure and simple. She jostled Mike’s body with one hand and held the sheet over her torso with the other.

  “Mike. Mike!”

  “Babe,” he moaned. Did he just call me babe?

  “Mike.” She jostled him.

  “Whaaaatttttt.” He whined into the pillow.

  “Why are you in my bed?”

  “It’s the only bed in your house.” He groaned. “I’m sleeping.”

  “Get out of my bed!” Her temper bubbled as she thought about the fallout from her actions.

  “Leave me alone Tami. I got a hangover headache.”

  “No, Mike. Get up!”

  “Not so loud.” Mike blew air from his lungs. It was much too early for this drama. He wasn’t ready to get into it with her. Sure he figured she would be a little pissed, but he had been starving to feel her juicy tight walls. He hadn’t had sex since the breakup though he had many opportunities.

  “Mike, get up and get out!”

  “Whyyyyy?” His word dragged on forever.

  “Because I said so.”

  “When did you become my boss?” he asked.

  “You have to go.”

  “Shoot me. We fucked. Call the cops. Oh shit, we are the cops.” He was well on his way to being a smart-ass.

  “I will shoot you.” Mike glared at Tami and half-ass sat up in bed.

  “Then I would be dead, and my head wouldn’t be pounding.”

  “This is not supposed to be happening. We broke up.”

  Mike slowly sat up straight. He looked around the room and avoided looking at Tami. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and ran his hand through his thick tousled hair. He swung his feet to the edge of the bed and stomped down on the carpet. He purposely kept his back to Tami and only turned when he found calming words to speak to her.

  “What happened?” He decided to play dumb.

  “You can’t just worm your way back into my life. We decided to call it quits.”

  “We?” Mike held in his fury but couldn’t help his evil glare. “I recall it somewhat differently. Basically, you told me to kiss off. If you could hear how narcissistic you sound right now.”

  “Oh, so you mean to tell me you just came over here to work on the case?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re a liar.” Tami’s insults hurt, but he was familiar with her indignant behavior.

  “I drank too much. You didn’t have a problem shoving beer down my throat. I guess you would prefer me to drive home intoxicated and plow head-on into a church school bus full of kids.”

  Mike reached between his legs on the carpet. He went fishing underneath the bed for his shoes. He stepped into them and realized he hadn’t bothered to put on his pants. This was what Tami did to him. She made him unsettled and flustered. She made him bat-shit crazy. The more he thought about the past the angrier he became.

  “You, Tamika Johnson, are not the only one with feelings. This bitchy attitude is not attractive on you.” Mike grabbed his pants off the floor and slipped his legs in.

  “Oh well, I guess my attitude doesn’t revolve around you. And by the way, I don’t care what’s attractive to you.”

  Mike stood and pulled his pants up. He was even more confused now. He didn’t know what she meant. “This is bullshit.”

  “My thoughts exactly. This is bullshit.”

  Her words hurt his heart.

  “Whatever,” Tami said, “go.”

  “You can kiss my ass. Why are you being such a bitch to me? I haven’t done anything to you. I’m trying to be an adult here. Fuck it!” He threw his hands up in the air. “I will talk to you later.”

  Mike slipped his bare feet into his shoes. He remembered he discarded his t-shirt somewhere between the bedroom and the ground floor. He had suddenly come to the conclusion that he couldn’t do this anymore. This back and forth and the constant fighting for reasons he didn’t understand.

  “You win. I’m done.” Mike looked around the room. All his things were downstairs. He took a few steps toward the bedroom door.

  The Queen-sized bed squeaked as Tami jumped to her knees. She tried to grab Mike’s arm, but he was too far away.

  “Wait! Wait!” Tami held the bed sheet close to her body as she stumbled out of bed desperate to stop Mike from leaving.

  Finally, she had said something he wanted to hear. He stopped in his tracks and turned to her. He waited for her to say something more, something poignant. He hoped it would be something he yearned to hear.

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked. He hadn’t expected those words to fall from her lips.

  Mike’s eyes floated away from her. Looking at her made it hard for him to think. She held his fragile heart in her hands, and either she didn’t know it or she just didn’t care.

  “I’m sorry. I’m stressed. I’m tripping. I apologize.” Tami said.

  “What are you sorry for?” If she said having sex with him he was sure he would choke her out. He moved closer to the bed.

  “Being grumpy and talking shit. I just … I don’t know.”

  Sexually frustrated, he thought. He could fix that problem. “Yeah, yeah, I’m used to it.” Mike ran his hand over her collarbone, up her neck and palmed her chin. He kissed her on her forehead and backed away.

  Mike walked back to the open bedroom doorway.

  “I’ll let myself out.” Mike had so m
any things to say but opted to just leave, while they were on semi-good terms.

  CHAPTER 10

  The Toliver household had been rocked to its core. Today the house was dead silent. The sound of voices, the radio, or the television didn’t exist. Misty was home alone. There was no way she wanted to go with her parents to make funeral arrangements for her twin.

  She sat alone in her bedroom staring at her Chemistry book. She had cried for hours, and she wasn’t able to produce any more tears. She felt so alone. She felt like someone had cut off her right arm.

  She received a call a few minutes earlier, and she welcomed the company. Her coworker was going to drop by. She needed to see a friendly face. She needed to think of something other than the horror that happened across the hall. She opened the front door for him when he said he was on his way. When she was back in her room she thought that maybe she shouldn’t have unlocked the door. There was a killer out there somewhere.

  From where she sat, she could see her coworker pull into her driveway. She was relieved to see him step out of his Jeep.

  Only the sound of footsteps walking up the staircase was discernable. Her video store manager, Brian, was on her stairs. Misty had grown closer to him since the brutal murder of her twin sister. Brian was dressed for the eighty-degree weather. He carried an army green backpack across his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what he could do or say to comfort her, but he was her friend.

  Brian reached the top of the staircase. He turned to his right and reached for the doorknob of the first room on the right. It was Christy’s room, not Misty’s. He thought about going inside and seeing where Christy was murdered. Brian pulled his hand back from the doorknob. He decided against seeing a crime scene and proceeded down to the second door on his left. He knocked twice.

  “Come in.” Misty’s voice cracked as she called out to him.

  Brian slowly opened the door and entered her bedroom.

  “Hi.”