The Complete Matt Jacob Series

by Klein, Zachary;

  “Still?” I asked, facing front.

  “I meant someone is up there.”

  “You don’t sound surprised.” Now that a piece of the real world pierced the bubble of our open air excursion, it threatened to invite the rest.

  “I’m not. My real estate business has a silent partner from New York who occasionally spends time in the apartment.”

  “He doesn’t tell you?” Some of my disappointment slipped through.

  “Usually. Sometimes he doesn’t know himself.”

  “You’re sure he’s not waiting for you?”

  Alexis frowned, “We’ve done a good job avoiding these kind of subjects. You want to change that now?”

  I knew better, much better. “No thanks. Just hoped to, uh, to...” I glanced beneath the steering wheel, “...stretch my legs.”

  Alexis smiled and cruised through the city center. Given the town’s renowned tolerance, I usually felt a certain ease, a sense of homeland. But now I sat muddled, confused whether to allow my relief full run or to let my libido hope Alexis had a backup.

  The confusion wasn’t long lasting. We neared the eastern tip of the road and pulled into a motel parking lot. When Alexis stopped the Saab I released my seatbelt but she told me to stay where I was.

  I shrugged and ogled her luscious body as she walked to the main door. Maybe she received professional courtesy. I settled back in the seat, lit a cigarette, and heard Billy Holiday moan, “I got it bad, and that ain’t good.” Blue Billy wasn’t singing just about herself.

  But the longer I smoked the less I believed. I had it bad and it was gonna be good.

  Alexis returned from the motel holding a large plastic bag. “Grab the champagne and glasses. We only have a few minutes if we don’t want to get soaked.”

  It didn’t look like rain, but I did as told.

  “Follow me.” Alexis took off her shoes, broke into a trot, and led us to a long block and boulder breakwater. She ran surefootedly across the seawall toward a lighthouse at the far end. Though she toted the bag, I had to hustle to keep pace. Now I understood her rush. The tide was rapidly rising and, while we weren’t in any danger, I preferred my pants dry.

  “Where to?” I shouted over the ocean’s roar.

  “The lighthouse.”

  “Can we get inside?”

  Alexis just kept running.

  I grunted, paying attention to the tops of the uneven boulders. One thing to drown in a mad dog lust rush, another to stupidly slip into the ocean. Our race with the moon was close, but we made it across the rocks just as the water lapped at our feet.

  We walked another dozen yards across the small island before Alexis pulled out an odd shaped key then climbed fire escape stairs to a metal door. “What are you waiting for?” she shouted over the ocean’s noise.

  Too dangerous a question. I grabbed the iron handrail and followed her inside, clanging the metal shut. The tall, silo-like building was pockmarked with tiny, square windows carved through stone walls, the hollowness amplifying the sound of waves and wind. At regular intervals light from the overhead lamp-room cast brief, strobe-like effects.

  “Come on,” Alexis said, her voice echoing. We climbed another set of circular metal stairs to a landing that stretched across the lighthouse’s diameter. Both sides of the platform were equipped with handrails and a king-size mattress covered the middle of the floor.

  When we got to the mattress Alexis took a neatly folded sheet and comforter from the oversized bag.

  “The lady who has everything,” I complimented when she pulled out a couple of gourmet food tins and a can opener.

  “Not yet,” she murmured loud enough to hear.

  I placed my hand on her shoulder. Alexis backed into me, her high-riding behind rubbing against my groin. My hand slid to the strip of naked skin pulling her closer. I heard the sharp intake of both our breaths when I ran my fingers underneath the tube-top and onto her large breast.

  “If we don’t slow down we’ll end up rutting on our feet,” she said.

  I didn’t care where we rutted. But Alexis stepped out of my grasp and pointed to the clean, fresh sheet. She lifted one side and I grabbed the other to spread it across the foam.

  Alexis removed the champagne and plastic glasses from the bag while I stripped down to my shorts. I sat next to her, watching her extract the cork with a loud pop, the liquid spilling onto her long lush thighs. I tried to quench both thirsts by licking up the spill.

  Bottle in hand, Alexis bent back onto her elbows, the brief skirt riding right up to her white silk panties. I raised my head and looked into smiling eyes. “Should I spill anymore?” she asked.

  “No need,” I muttered, my lips against her thigh, tongue tracking a layer of invisible fuzz. She placed the soles of her feet on the mattress, and suddenly closed her legs.

  “Come up here and bring the glasses,” she commanded imperiously, a tone that, at least this night, added to my excitement.

  While Alexis poured, I retrieved my cigarettes, lit up, and sat on the edge of the mattress.

  “I forgot an ashtray,” Alexis said from behind me, her fingernails digging into my naked back.

  “I’ll use this,” I replied holding up my plastic glass, “and drink out of the bottle.” Mall-man to macho-man.

  I felt her body shift behind me. When I twisted around, the tube-top and underpants, were heaped in a pile at the foot of the bed, her thick blonde curls completely hidden under the silk scarf she’d been wearing around her neck.

  Alexis smiled past her bare breasts without a hint of shy.

  But her smile did little to lessen my shock. With her hair tightly covered Alexis was the spitting image of her mother. Now the night consisted of three people, not two—and it wasn’t the idea of a simple menage a` trois that disturbed me. Suddenly I was cheating on Boots and Lou.

  “Let’s hope there’s more bite than bark,” Alexis teased, noting the bulldogs on my boxers. At the same time she ran the palm of her hand between my legs.

  “No false advertising with you,” I whispered, avoiding her face and staring at her full breasts with their half dollar aureoles and erect nipples.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Alexis’s hand suddenly hardened around my stiff cock. For an instant I feared her hold would trigger an embarrassingly early reaction, but as soon as I felt her fingers dig in I knew I was packing an all-night hard.

  “This way, you,” she growled, pulling me toward her. Not exactly cruel, but we weren’t talking delicate either. I was still shaken by Alexis’s resemblance to Lauren, so I shut my lids and licked the sweat from the top of her upper lip, trying to fuse the two through blind taste. When I finally looked, Alexis’s long legs were spread and her clipped trim glistened. I started to slide down the mattress.

  But she choked my cock with her hand and snatched my lower lip between her teeth, eyes hard and unblinking. A dull light flickered in unison with the lamp-room as I finally caught on to her game.

  And didn’t care. I fucking deserved it. Alexis’s heavy breasts swung near my hand and I reached out.

  “No!” she snapped, letting go and squirming away from my hand. “You don’t touch until I tell you. Do you understand?”

  I backed off and, after another long gulp on the champagne, lit a smoke. Alexis snapped her fingers and I passed the bottle. She swigged, then rubbed some of the liquid on her jutting nipples and between her legs.

  “I want you all eyes,” Alexis commanded.

  I returned the bottle to the floor, swiveled, and stared. She was lying on her side, one knee in the air, the suede mini rolled around her waist. I smoked and watched as Alexis squeezed her nipples then moved her hand between her thighs. All the while she held my eyes in an unwavering gaze.

  Though still disturbing, Alexis’s likeness to her mother actually added to my excitement, so I fixed my sight on her motions; the only sign of my internal heat the outpouring of sweat across my chest and back.

  Alexis reveled
in her exhibition. Mouth stretched in a tight smile, her fingers tugged on the short brown hair between her legs. Widening, Alexis used both hands to open her lower lips, then used one hand to stroke between them.

  I snuffed the cigarette and edged closer. When I leaned forward, Alexis slapped me across the face. Hard.

  “Not yet!” she snarled, her eyes flashing. “Right now you just watch.”

  Every inch of my skin urged me to ignore her warning and force my way on top. But instead, I yanked off my shorts and kept my eyes focused on her self-centered fondling. Alexis’s hips squirmed faster, excited by my silent obedience.

  “I want you on your back,” she ordered hoarsely.

  I rolled over, hot but wary as she climbed over me. Only now it was my turn to tease. I let the tip of my tongue circle her nipple while my hand reached between her legs where I found her fingers.

  “Suck them, goddammit, suck them,” she demanded, grabbing the back of my head.

  Her attitude added to my excitement but I kept my tongue light, licking then mouthing as much breast as possible. I slowly let her breast slide out, then repeated the motion. With every long mouthful Alexis pushed both our fingers deeper inside. I shifted my lips to her other breast, my free hand embracing the one I left.

  “Grab the rail with both hands but don’t you dare move until I tell you,” she ordered, her voice beginning to tremble.

  I raised my arms behind my head as she paused to remove the mini. Alexis took the soft leather and rubbed it harshly against my cock and balls. It brought tears to my eyes, but I forced myself to lie there, to surrender, allowing the pain to reduce my guilt.

  Alexis finally tossed the skirt and squatted over my raging dick. “I don’t have a rubber,” I blurted, all the queasiness about my entire night’s behavior suddenly bursting though my frantic desire.

  “Too late for safe, Matt,” Alexis mocked. “I want it all.”

  I white-knuckled the metal, and caught one of her nipples with my mouth. Now I played rough, biting and feeling her drench my cock. She was half moaning, half crying, pressing wildly, driving me in as deep as she could.

  I released the handrail and grabbed her ass as she slid forward. I dug my fingers into her firm flesh and, on her down-strokes, dragged her down even farther. Eventually she placed her palms on my chest and leaned forward, rubbing against my groin until she burst into a shrieking, echoing explosion.

  At the very moment of Alexis’s/Lauren’s shuddering orgasm, I knew I wasn’t going to come. I wasn’t going to ejaculate then, or throughout the night. We could fuck like bunnies but I wasn’t coming with either one of her.

  My eyes snapped opened to the rhythmic spin from the lamp-room. Now its stroboscopic effect only added to my champagne headache. I rolled over, surprised to find an empty mattress and tried to regain my bearings. Not easy. It felt like I’d barely survived a plane crash.

  I forced my trembling hands to light a cigarette just as Alexis called from somewhere over my head. “You’re up?”

  Her voice had me up in full goddamn glory. It was as if my dick was Pavlov’s pooch and Alexis the bell. Only this time my erection wasn’t followed by a blitzkrieg of mind-bending lust, but a big-time bellyache—like I’d been kicked in the nuts with a steel-toed boot. Well, in some ways I had.

  I doubled over, fighting nausea and the first full wave of guilt. I hadn’t been awake long enough to defend against my night’s submissive, sexual, incestuous cheat.

  “Are you okay?” Alexis’s voice reverberated in the cavernous structure as she climbed down the circular stairs and returned to the scene of the crime. “You fell asleep.”

  “You put my ass to sleep.” I flashed on the last time that happened and shoved everything out of mind. Everything but my aching nuts—never thought I’d see the day when I appreciated blueballs.

  “Well,” Alexis said, dragging the tube down over her breasts, “it’s time we started home.”

  My stubborn cock protested, but now my head was running the show. I nodded and without speaking we picked up, packing everything into the large plastic bag. Still silent, we climbed down the platform and back outside.

  The sky, still dark, looked less black than when I’d last seen it. The wind had quieted and the ocean was dead calm. So calm, I heard nothing but the clang of the lock and the sound of our shoes as we crossed the seawall. Our pace was slower in this direction.

  Alexis opened the car’s trunk and pulled out a large towel. “Will you dry the seats while I run inside? I want to return the bag and key.”

  “Sure,” I said, using the towel to dry my pant cuffs, socks, and sneakers.

  I watched her stroll through the motel doors before I tended to the car. Leaving the top down next to the ocean hadn’t made much sense, but then neither had the past couple hours. But I wasn’t ready to think, so I leaned into my task.

  I turned around, once more jacked by the sight of the long tangled, curly-haired, blonde. The scarf was back around her neck. Despite my guilt, my aching stomach, my plugged-up prick, I still wanted her.

  The thought of home straightened my head. We had a long ride and I dreaded spending it in agonizing self-loathing. That could wait ‘til I made it back to my apartment. I jumped inside while the convertible top was magically closing. A couple of latches later we were on our way without a backward glance.

  And without words. In fact, it wasn’t until we were well onto the highway that Alexis broke the silence. “Are you all right?” she asked, pointedly ignoring the speed limit.

  “I’m fine,” I answered with what I hoped approximated a smile.

  “You look sick.”

  “Just achy.”

  “You’re blueballed, aren’t you?”

  “A little,” I admitted, relieved to have something on which to hang my hang-dog.

  “We’ll have to fix that,” she suggested. Then, glancing in my direction, Alexis burst out laughing. “Don’t climb out the window. I’m not that good a driver and I have a long work day staring me in the face.”

  Her beautiful face. Despite the intense hours and frantic sex, her almond eyes sparkled and her fresh skin shone. It made me feel old and ugly to look at her.

  Maybe Alexis had the same opinion because she suggested I sleep. Her idea somehow granted me permission to shut down. Of course, I’d been following orders all night so maybe I just didn’t want to stop.

  Between napping and pretending, we were almost back to the Hacienda before there was any more conversation. Even then, we didn’t say much. Not uncomfortable, just two people preparing to deal with the day.

  But the closer we got to the Hacienda, the harder it was to clamp the chorus in my head. I’d just spent half the night cheating with Lauren’s daughter—hell, it might have been Lauren herself, they looked so much alike. And there was a good chance Lou and Lauren knew it. At least some of it. Part of me didn’t care what they knew and that worried me even more.

  But Boots, blueballs, and the blonde blew into oblivion when we approached the Hacienda and I saw the last car in the dawn’s police convoy pull away.

  The instant Alexis’s Saab scraped the curb, I was out and running. Lauren’s front door was wide open, and I was so intent on getting inside I almost knocked Anne Heywood onto the foyer floor. The room was a wreck, gouges in the walls, wood and plaster strewn about, the free standing mirror shattered.

  “Matty, where the hell have you been?” Lou’s voice was calm, but his breathing labored.

  “I went for a long ride with Alexis,” I answered numbly, staring at the chaotic hall. Too long.

  Lauren, her lips drawn, stood in a quilted housecoat right in the middle of the mess. Anne moved to the corner looking very tired and very resigned.

  I heard Alexis walk up the porch stairs, turned and saw a line of horizontal bullet holes straight across the middle of the front door.

  “It was a gorgeous night for the convertible,” Alexis said on entering. “Jesus!” she exclaimed. When she no
ticed Anne fretting in the corner, her voice swelled with alarm. “Where’s Dad? Where the hell is Dad?

  “Coming, Allie,” Paul called emerging from the kitchen shadows. “Nothing to get upset about, we weren’t here. No one was touched. But where the fuck have you been?” he added. “It’s the morning!”

  “Riding around with Matt,” she replied. “But what difference does that make?”

  “No one knew where you were,” he said, shifting wary eyes between me and Lou.

  Every synapse felt trapped inside a pinball machine leaning dangerously close to TILT. “Will someone tell me something?”

  Lauren’s exhausted voice cut through the tension. “Some assholes sprayed the door with bullets. Real bullets. A few hours either way and someone might have been killed!”

  A tear rolled down her trembling cheek. “You could have been killed,” she choked, staring directly at Lou. She took a few deep breaths in an attempt to hold it

  together. Paul stepped between them then backed away. Anne remained frozen in the corner, her eyes riveted to the back of Paul’s silver head. Alexis rubbed her forehead and stared at the door.

  Lou took Lauren’s hand and reeled her in. Eventually she made it to shore sobbing quietly.

  “Listen,” Paul snapped at Lou, “no one got hurt. That’s the bottom line.”

  His words offered little comfort, but Paul stubbornly refused to leave bad enough alone. “I’m sure if they’d seen lights, nothing would have happened. You weren’t in any real danger.”

  Despite my earlier sympathy toward him at the party—now just a dim memory—I railed, “How the hell do you know if anyone was in danger?”

  I sensed Alexis’s head spin so I tried to cool off. Beating up on Paul Brown was no guarantee I’d wind up feeling any better. Maybe worse.

  “I don’t know what you’ve been smoking,” Paul said grimly hostile. “It was a bunch of stupid punks.”

  “These days it’s easier for kids to buy guns than fucking cigarettes,” Alexis added.

  Maybe she was trying to soothe her mother. Maybe Paul was doing the same. But if they were, it wasn’t working. Wasn’t working for me either.