by Faith Gibson
“Hey, Sugar. You following me?” she asks on a smirk.
“Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted a drink.” I wink at her, and she grins bigger.
“Well then, what can I get you?”
I glance at her name badge. Violet. It fits her. One arm is covered in colorful ink. Her hair is short, but not so short it’s a turnoff. Her tits are just the right size, but her ass. Damn, I’d love to grab hold with both hands while I sink my dick inside. Yeah, she’s gonna work out just fine. Giving her a grin, I say, “Bud Light.”
I stay at Jack’s Place long enough to get Violet’s phone number as well as her schedule. She mentions taking care of a sick grandmother, so she might not be as available as I need her to be, but we’ll see. She isn’t working tomorrow night, so I’ll be meeting her at her house to get to know her better, in more ways than one. I might have revenge on my mind more often than not, but sex is a close second. Doing without all those years was a test of control. Now that I’m on the outside, there’s no need to rein it in, especially if there’s a willing body to slake my need. By the way Violet’s eye-fucking me, I’d say she’s more than willing.
Chapter 5
Cass
It’s not safe for me to meet up with any of the guys who are helping me behind the scenes, but I smile like a kid seeing Santa Claus when Buddha strolls into Jared’s shop. A member of Death’s Rejects Motorcycle Club, he knows Jared well, therefore it’s not unusual for him to stop by and shoot the shit. “Goddamn, Cassidy. I think you’re bigger now than the last time I saw you.” Roderick “Buddha” Bailey is one large man. He’s also one of the reasons my ass is still intact. When I walked into the pen, Buddha had already served six years of his sentence for vehicular manslaughter. He got word from his biker brothers that Wolf’s cousin was doing time, so he took it upon himself to have my back and show me the ropes. He helped me bulk up while teaching me to fight.
I shrug, grinning. “When you left I didn’t have anyone watching my back. It was put on mass or lose my ass.”
Over the couple of years we did time together, he and I talked long hours about what was done to me and what I was going to do about it when I got out. He’s one of the reasons I was able to keep tabs on the motherfuckers who wronged me. Word would make its way from the outside in through his brothers while he was doing time. Once he was out, word made its way through Buddha to another brother who was doing a nickel for assault.
We shoot the shit while I continue to work. He hangs around until Jared gets back from the bank, needing to talk about some bike work. Before he wanders off, he pulls me in for a bro hug, placing a key in my hand as he does it. I slide the key into my pocket and get back to work.
I’ve limited my enlistees on the outside. The fewer who know my plan, the less chance of things going haywire. After what happened to get me thrown in the slammer, I’m not a trusting soul, so it takes a lot for me to put my faith in these men who are either feeding me intel, watching houses, following certain detectives, or securing a key for a small house outside of town where I can keep things Jared doesn’t need to see. There is a car parked in the garage of the house I will be using when I need to be incognito.
I’m taking a big chance including Violet in my plan. She’s the biggest variable of all. I’m meeting her later to toss out my plan to her and her part in it. If she’s willing to suck my dick in the process, even better. Over coffee this morning, I told Jared about meeting Violet. I just happened to have left out where I was and what I was doing when I noticed her. When I disappear at night, I don’t want him wondering about what I’m getting up to. If he thinks I’m out getting pussy instead of revenge, that’ll hopefully allow him to rest easy. I need Violet for several things, but one of them is to go shopping for me. I don’t have the luxury of spending all day looking for suits and ties. Part of my plan is to get close to the wives of the fuckers who put me away. I can’t do that looking like a mechanic.
After work, I head home to check on a few things via the internet. I make a list of things I need to do and items I need to procure. Jared had errands to run, so he won’t be home until later. Violet knows I’m coming over, but I still give her a courtesy call. I’m a little rusty when it comes to dating. Not that I consider what she and I are going to do as dating, but old habits die hard, even when you haven’t solicited those habits in many years. After she informs me she is cooking supper and there’s no need for me to stop and get something, I make my way to her side of town.
I don’t bother swapping cars. I need to be seen driving my hotrod so it’s associated with me. Part of my plan requires that I insinuate myself back into society in a way that’s noticeable. When people learn Ryan Cassidy is out of prison, they’ll be curious as to how I’ve turned out. I want them to know the new me. See who and what I’ve become. That’s not to say I will be walking around with a gun strapped to my hip. That would be a one-way ticket straight back to hell. I don’t need a gun for what I have planned. Instead of the old saying that the pen is mightier than the sword, I’d dare to avow the brain, when used properly, is mightier than a bullet. If you’re smart, you can accomplish hurting someone without touching them. I should know. I was outsmarted the night I was framed for murder. But you can bet your ass it won’t happen again. I’ve studied. I’ve listened. I’ve trained. I’ve watched. Now, I’m ready.
Violet warned me ahead of time her cooking isn’t the best. I eat two servings of her spaghetti that tastes pretty damn good to me, even if the sauce did come out of a jar. I’m not picky after eating prison food for so long. Her grandmother doesn’t talk much. When she does, she’s either as lucid as I am, or she’s talking about being a kid again. I’ve never been around someone with dementia. All my grandparents had their wits about them the last time I saw them. My mother’s parents passed on before I got married, and my father’s parents are still living as far as I know. Since they didn’t bother to reach out to me while I was in jail, I wrote them off along with my folks.
I clean up the kitchen while Violet gets her grandmother settled in her bedroom. Once we’ve both completed our tasks, Violet grabs two beers from the refrigerator and we settle on the sofa. She flips on the television, but turns the volume down so we can hear each other.
“So, tell me all about yourself, Ryan,” she encourages, turning her body so she’s facing me. I guess we have to trudge through the “get to know you” bullshit before we put our mouths on each other. Once she hears my story, she might kick me out, but I need her to know the truth. I just have to spin it to my advantage.
“I don’t want to scare you off, but I believe honesty is the best way to go.” I tell her about myself, about my life before going to prison. I don’t give her many details of life behind bars other than to say I spent my time plotting my revenge against the men who framed me. I spend more time on how good my life was before my fellow cops ruined me. How my beloved wife was taken from me. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look scared. She probably should be, but the fact she’s rubbing her fingers up and down my arm seems to show sympathy more than anything. “I know you probably think it’s bullshit, because most everyone who goes to prison says they didn’t do whatever it is that landed them there. I really didn’t. I loved my wife.”
Violet sets her beer down on the floor and crawls into my lap, straddling my legs and placing her hands on my shoulders. “I believe you,” she says before leaning in to kiss me. I let her get away with the tame touching of our lips, but that’s as far as I’ll go. Fucking is fucking, but kissing… that’s something on a more intimate level to me, and I’m not going there with her, or anyone else for that matter. Reaching deep inside for the control I need not to fuck her right then and there, I place my free hand on her hip, keeping her from rubbing against me. As much as I’m on board for taking this all the way, I don’t want our first time together to be just about sex. I need her to trust me so when I ask her to do what it is I need from her, she’ll say yes.
I pull back, and she fr
owns. “Thank you for believing me. Now you’ve heard my story, I want to hear yours. Tell me all about Violet.”
“There’s not much to tell, really. I have a younger sister, Tiffany. We grew up with much less religious structure than you did, as in we never went to church. Our dad wasn’t always in the picture, but when he was, he made sure we knew he loved us. He loved our mother even though they never got married. She was okay with it, because he was the love of her life, and she’d take any crumb he tossed her way. He had another daughter by his first and only wife. Tiffany and I got to know our sister for a while before she passed away. Tiffany runs a club, and I’m a waitress. Our mom was killed in a car wreck a few years back, and that leaves me and Tiff to take care of Gran. Tiffany lives down in Houston, so she doesn’t have much time to help out. That’s about it.” Violet pushes a wild curl behind her ear, and her green eyes search mine.
She was quite vague, but I have no problem with that. “I have a question,” I say.
“And what would that be?” Violet wiggles her ass just enough that my cock begins to twitch.
“Last night, you got hit on by no less than ten men.”
“That’s not a question.”
“Why me? Why did you give me your number?”
“Who says you’re the only one I gave my number to?” she replies, smirking.
“Oh, is that how you are?” I pull her to me and bite her bottom lip. I honestly don’t know where I get my sexual confidence from. Back when I was with her, I was young and naïve. She was the only girl I ever had sex with, and I sure as fuck didn’t learn how to bed a woman while I was in prison. I guess I’ve had time to imagine doing a lot of shit over the years, and now I’m no longer the timid boy. I’m a thirty-five-year-old man, and I know what I want. I slap her on the ass hard enough for her to shift on my lap. “You like that?” I ask her, smacking the other cheek. She lets out a moan and rocks against my dick.
I push Violet off my lap, undo her shorts, and yank them down her legs. She steps out of them, kicking them to the side. Sliding down onto my back, I tug at her hand. “Ride my face.” Violet doesn’t hesitate to put her knees on either side of my head so I can go to town on her pussy. Flicking her clit, I get the first taste of the woman I plan on using for her body. I still haven’t mentioned what I want her to do with Neil, but I want to give her something more than the money I’m going to offer her to help me. I want to give her something that makes her feel good. Before I can get my face good and buried in her slick folds, she turns around so she’s facing the other way. After she gets situated on my face once more, Violet relieves my hard-on from my jeans and bends over to blow me.
I’ve heard the praises of sixty-nine, but this is the first time I’ve experienced it for myself. I have to say I can see why it’s a favorite position of so many. Several times Violet stops sucking because she is so caught up in what my tongue and fingers are doing to her, but one slap on her ass has her vacuuming my cock deep in her throat. Every time I bite down on her clit, she moans around my fat cockhead, and that right there is enough to have me blowing. I wait, though. I wait until her insides are convulsing around my fingers and I’m lapping at her juices. I give her the chance to ride out the last wave before I tell her I’m coming. She doesn’t pull off. Violet swallows every bit of my cum down like it’s her life’s elixir.
When she’s finished with me, she turns around and tries to kiss me again. I let her touch her lips to mine, but I don’t deepen it. I gently push her away and explain, “Violet, I have rules, and one of them is no kissing.”
“Why?” she asks, her feelings clearly hurt by the frown she’s adopted.
Sitting up, I lean back and say, “What you and I do cannot go further than the carnal. I won’t lie to you and tell you this is going to turn into something more than two people spending time together. I have a plan in place, and there’s a good chance I’ll end up back in prison.” I know I’m laying it on thick, but I need her to feel sorry for me. “I can’t risk getting attached, and if you kiss me like I’m sure you can, I’ll let my emotions get the better of me.”
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Violet kneels down on the floor between my legs, grabs my half-hard cock and says, “I can do carnal.” She sucks me until I’m fully hard, and then she shows me she wasn’t lying.
Chapter 6
Lexie
Usually when my best friend comes to visit me in my salon, she and I talk over each other with everything we want to say. We don’t get to see each other as often as we used to, so catching up is usually a treat. Today, for whatever reason, Amanda is pre-occupied. The fact that today is hers and Neil’s wedding anniversary might have something to do with it. Like me, Amanda isn’t happy in her marriage. We are both married to cops. Adam and Neil joined the force at the same time and became good friends during their academy training. On and off, they’ve been partners over the last fifteen years, and now they’re detectives with Adam being Neil’s boss.
At one time, I was thrilled to be Adam’s wife. I beamed when he would come on the news and talk about catching the bad guys. When I first married him, he was a loving man and a good cop. I couldn’t wait to have his babies. Then one day, I realized he had become this man I didn’t know. A man I didn’t want to know. A man I would give anything to be able to leave.
Amanda and I have been friends ever since we married best friends. In the beginning, we commiserated about the lives of being a cop’s wife. The never knowing when the phone rang if it was going to be one of those calls. The late nights of chasing criminals once they became detectives. It didn’t matter that Amanda was a few years younger. She and I also became best friends, but now we’re not quite as close as we used to be. I work long hours at the salon, so I don’t have a lot of free time when she gets off from her admin job. Adam and Neil don’t hang out like they used to, either. Where we once had cookouts or went to dinner together on weekends, that closeness slacked off until we no longer hung out at all.
When Amanda asked me to do something different with her hair, I suggested highlights. Nothing drastic, because I know how Neil is about his wife’s long hair. If she ever cut it, he’d probably leave her, even though he never pays her any attention these days. So, while I’m busy putting three different shades of light brown and blonde in her dark brown hair, she is playing some game on her phone. I’m thinking of asking her what’s going on, but she beats me to it.
“Lex?”
“Hmm?” I answer and look up. She’s staring at my reflection in the mirror, at the bruise I thought I had hidden with make-up. I stopped complaining a long time ago about Adam hitting me, because it did no good to put words to the pain when I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Have you ever thought about leaving Adam?”
“Where’s this coming from?” Her question startles me because of the thoughts I was having earlier this morning about this very thing. Something about the case Adam is working on has him ten times more stressed than the last five cases put together. Amanda and I have shared our tales of woe regarding our husbands. Mine hits me. Hers cheats on her. Or at least he did a long time ago. I’d bet my last dollar he still does, but I don’t dare tell her that. She would want to know if he’s said anything to Adam, or if I’ve seen him out. I haven’t, but I don’t like Neil, and I never have. He’s a smug bastard, and if he cheated on her when she was younger and thinner, why wouldn’t he do the same now that she’s older and has put on a few pounds? Don’t get me wrong, my best friend is drop-dead gorgeous, but I think she’s stopped caring, much the same way I have.
“I know Neil’s job keeps him away, but… I don’t know. Do you ever wish for something… more?”
“No, I don’t. What good would it do?” At least I try not to think of something more. Something better. Why wish for something that will never be? If I tried leaving Adam, he’d hunt me down, and the fists he’s taken to me for petty shit would be child’s play to what he’d do when he caught me. Adam Murdock is the
devil wrapped up in cop’s clothing.
“I just… I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on me. Again.”
Oh, shit. Many years ago, Neil had an affair that turned out badly. When I asked her about it, Amanda refused to tell me what went down, but something happened that made Neil change his ways and be faithful to his wife. After all these years, I still don’t know the details. Amanda wouldn’t elaborate, said some things were better left buried. It’s been a long time since I thought about those few months where I didn’t hear from my best friend. She told me they were seeking counseling for Neil’s indiscretions, but the thing is, Adam wasn’t the same either. That was the same time he changed for the worse. I chalked it up to me wanting kids and him not, but I’ve often doubted myself over the years.
“I doubt Adam has kept his vows, either. But I have to be honest, at this point in our lives, I would be fine with him cheating if it keeps him from wanting sex from me.” Even in the beginning of our marriage, Adam never gave me what I needed in the bedroom. It was all about him and what he wanted. I can count on one hand the times he’s gone down on me and I’ve had an orgasm before he shoves his dick inside me. He’s never made love to me. Not once in the whole time we’ve been together. Now, I’m used to taking matters into my own hands. If I thought I could get away with buying a dildo, I would do it. He fucks me about once a week, but that’s for his needs. Never mine.
