Anarchy Missing: Alpha Case (Anarchy #2)

by JA Huss

  I kiss her softly. This was not how I imagined it. I have wanted to fuck her for weeks now. Every rehearsal was torture as I weighed that desire against who I am, what I’m doing, and how she might—or might not—fit into my long-term plan.

  But I’m powerless. She’s so in control of this moment, and I only want to make her happy, so I help her as she wrestles with the skirts of her dress and guides my hand between her legs.

  The pulsing throb in my cock takes over and my fingers slip past her lacy panties, pulling them aside so I can find her soft wetness.

  She closes her eyes and bites her lip, but I never stop watching her face as I ease my fingers in and out, gently stretching her open.

  “Are you sure?” I ask. “I can think of so many different ways to make this better, Lulu.”

  She opens her eyes. I know what I’m doing with my fingers is painful because I can read her so well. I know her so well. If I fuck her here, she will have to be silent. She will have to bite back the soft screams that will come from her mouth when I fill her up.

  “It doesn’t get any better than this, Case. I swear, there will never be a better time than right now.”

  Her hand rests on top of mine as I continue to stimulate her. She closes her eyes again, whimpering for me to do more. To keep going and take the gift she’s offering.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - LULU

  His kiss is crushingly hard. He bites my lip as his fingers press between my legs, seeking me out in a way I’ve only dreamed about for all these long years I’ve been away.

  He unbuttons my coat, his fingers deft and experienced.

  I lift up my hips, reaching for his belt. Unbuckling it and tugging on the button to his pants. I’m dragging the zipper down and pulling him out, his long, thick, hard cock in the palm of my hand.

  When I look down at him, he’s hungry. He looks like he’s starving for me.

  “I’m not letting you get away again,” he says, his hand covering mine as he guides himself between my legs.

  I close my eyes and moan as he enters. I’m so ready for him, he slides right in. And then his hard hug is back, pulling me close. Holding me tight.

  I never want him to let go.

  We move slowly at first. Holding back. Restraining ourselves so we can enjoy the moment. It’s time repeating. We are that night, back when we were kids. Back when all he wanted was to make me happy and all I wanted was to let him own me, even if it was just in this small way.

  But then he eases up, one hand on my breast, pushing me so I have to lean back. His cock feels so good. I grip his shoulders as I look down at his face.

  How did we get so far away from each other?

  There’s a moment when he looks like he might stop and I almost panic.

  But then it’s gone, and in its place is hunger. The starvation I saw in his eyes when I first looked at him.

  Both hands come up to the collar of my dress and I know what he’s going to do. I wrap my fingers around both his wrists and say, “Case,” in a stern voice. “Don’t—”

  But it’s too late. He rips the front of my dress apart with one spectacular motion. Buttons pop off, hitting the stone with small crashing clicks.

  His hands cover my breasts, squeezing hard.

  And before I can stop him, he rips my bra apart too, my breasts spilling out into his palms.

  “Shit,” I say, still bouncing on his hard cock. “Fuck it,” I hear myself mumble. “Do whatever you want.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - CASE

  I’m gentle as I open her legs wide, urging her to give me complete access. She leans back as I pump my cock a few times, letting her watch.

  “Do it,” she says. “I want you to do it.”

  I rub the head of my dick across her wet pussy, unable to believe I’m going to take her virginity here, at a cathedral, with hundreds of people not more than twenty feet away.

  She positions herself right over me, then eases down until we make contact. It’s so painfully, beautifully sweet.

  Her face contorts into a grimace and I know it hurts.

  I want to stop.

  I never want to stop.

  “Keep going,” she urges me.

  I place my palms on her hips, grabbing on to the soft lace and glass beads of her white gown, and show her how I like it.

  Soft, slow. She drops her face to the top of my head, breathing hard into my hair. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as we find the perfect rhythm that will meld us together.

  She whimpers and I know I’m hurting her. But I won’t stop. There is no way I can stop now. She pants hard, long, heavy breaths pouring out of her mouth.

  I want her to come but there’s no way I can make her come on her first time with all these restrictions.

  I try my best. I make her understand with words. “I love you,” I say first, just so she knows this is not some one-night fuck for me. “I’m never giving you up now, Lulu.”

  She lifts her head and places both of her hands on either side of my jaw, holding me tight as we rock back and forth. “I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - LULU

  As soon as I give him permission, he is wild with lust. He wraps his hands around my waist, stands up, and crashes my back against the hard, cold stone wall.

  His hips pound against me in punishingly hard thrusts. My legs are wrapped around his waist, trying to grip him harder as his hands turn into burning heat against the tender skin of my ass.

  It hurts. It’s so hot, it hurts. I’m gasping from the pain, but Case continues to fuck me so hard, I forget about everything but what we’re doing. There is nothing on my mind but his hard cock penetrating me to my core.

  He buries his head into my neck, commanding me to come. “Now,” he says. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  He kisses me. Crushing his lips to mine. Our mouths a tangle of tongues. We bite each other, not knowing any other way to express the lust we are both feeling in this moment.

  I tense up, creeping feeling of climax rising up through my body, and he says, “Yes, Lulu. Yes. Come now. Right now.”

  A rush of relief flows through my body, my mouth opening in a long, loud moan that I am powerless to stop. I don’t care who sees us, the only thing on my mind is release. Case’s body goes still, then a gush of warm heat fills me up. He squeezes my breast so hard, I have to clasp my fingers over his and squeeze him back.

  Holding Tight

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - CASE

  I make her come. And just that alone is enough to push me over the edge. I press her back into the stone wall, my hands hot with the fire that lives inside me. I’m gripping the backs of her thighs so hard I know I’m leaving bruises.

  “Yes,” I say, as I collapse against her, my breath coming out in long streams of steam into the cold night air.

  She goes limp and I carry her back over to the bench, sitting down with her in my lap, wrapping my coat around her shoulders as much as I can to try to keep the chill away.

  We sit there like that for many minutes. And I realize that the pain… the pain in my body is gone. Not subdued, but gone.

  “Thank you,” I say, whispering into her ear.

  “For what?” she asks, her lips playing with the stubble on my jaw.

  “For making me feel normal again.”

  She sighs heavily but makes no move to get up.

  “Sorry about your dress,” I say. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  “No one cares about the dress, Case,” she says back. Her hands slip deep inside my coat, sliding around my waist until they rest on the small of my back. She drops her head on my shoulder like the only thing on her mind is sleep. “Take me home with you,” she whispers, her voice groggy and low.

  I’m about to say, You might as well just move in with me now, because I’m never letting you out of my sight again, when I realize… I can’t take her home.

  Even if the sex is a cure for the pain that lives inside me, I can’t fuck her twenty-four hours
a day. It will come back. And when it does, I will need the deep cuts to rein it in again.

  “I have to work tonight,” I say.

  “Oh.” Her response is sad. It makes me sad too.

  “But I can see you tomorrow. I can take the whole day off, Lulu. We can spend the whole day together doing anything you want.”

  “OK,” she says, sitting up a little and looking down at her clothes. Her bra is hanging open, the front of her dress nothing but popped buttons and frayed fabric.

  “Where did you park?” I ask. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  She gives me a small smile. “I’m just right out front. So the walk won’t be long enough to make me happy.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, meaning it. “I want to take you home, I swear to God, I really do. I just can’t tonight.”

  But I realize… I might not ever be able to take her home. Not while I’m like this. Not while I’m so fucked up I have to stand naked out on my roof every night and cut myself with a knife to make the heat and the pain go away.

  “You’re so warm,” Lulu says. “I just want to stay here in your lap forever.”

  I sigh. Heavily. “Me too,” I say. “I would love nothing more than to keep us in this moment.”

  “Do you have time to come over for a little bit?” she asks. “I can make you dinner. We can talk. Catch up. I have so many things I need to know about you.”

  “I can’t,” I say. And I really can’t. I can already feel the pain building inside me again. Sex has no chance of changing me back to who I was. It will never be enough. It will never match the relief the knife brings. It’s getting late, the sun is long gone, and pretty soon I’ll need to take care of it. It drives me crazy when I don’t take care of it.

  She gets to her feet, pulling her coat tight around her body to hide her ripped bra and dress, and cinching it closed with a belt.

  “But tomorrow, Lulu,” I say, trying to make it better. Desperate to make it better. I don’t want her walking away tonight feeling rejected. “Tomorrow, if you can, I’d like to see you again.”

  “I have to work,” she says, sad. “But I’ll see what I can do.”

  I stand up too, tucking my dick back into my pants and putting myself back together.

  She’s right about the walk to her car. It’s parked just out front and these last few seconds aren’t enough to take away the sting of sadness she’s feeling right now.

  I stop her, press her up against the cold metal of her door and kiss her. Her lips feel cool against my burning heat and there’s no way she doesn’t feel it.

  She pulls back, looking at my face with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Her fingers reach for me, about to touch my lips and confirm what I don’t want her to know. But I grab her hand and place it over my heart. “I still love you. I never stopped loving you.”

  She smiles, sadly, then opens her door and slides into the seat. “See you tomorrow, Case.” She pulls her door closed, starts her car, gives me one last wave goodbye, and then drives off.

  I need to fix this. I need to figure out what’s wrong with me and fix this. She can’t get away again.

  It’s just dreams though. Fantasy. Because there’s really only one thing I can do right now… and that’s go home and start cutting.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN - LULU

  When I get to the office in the morning Cait already has my coffee ready for me as I pass her desk, and Randy is waving at me from his office, telling me to come inside. He’s going to want an update and I have plenty to tell him. But I won’t be telling him anything.

  Oh, by the way, Randy, yes, I did make contact with Case Reider last night. He fucked me pressed up against the wall of a church, thank you.

  So I’m getting my story all sorted in my head as I walk across the main office, when he bursts out his door, dragging his coat behind him.

  “Come on, we gotta go.”

  “Go where?” I ask. But he’s already heading to the garage entrance.

  “You probably don’t know him, but Chief—well, former Chief—O’Neil, he’s out at the Cathedral City Penitentiary serving time for corruption.”

  “He was one of those guys who got caught up in the smackdown last winter?”

  “Yeah,” Randy says, throwing the heavy steel doors open that lead to the garage. “I just hung up with Warden Cage over there—”

  “The warden’s name is Cage?” I snort.

  Randy shoots me a dirty look for interrupting him.

  “Sorry,” I mumble. “Go on.”

  “Anyway,” he huffs, as we walk towards his car. “The warden called and said O’Neil has suddenly gotten chatty with a couple other inmates. And he’s been talking about Lincoln Wade and some kind of interaction they had just before all that Blue Corp shit blew up.”

  “Hmmm,” I say, slipping into the passenger’s seat of his car as he does the same on his side. “What kind of interaction? Like… are they partners or something?”

  “No clue, Lulu. So we’re gonna take a little ride out there and see what his story is. How did it go last night? Did Reider make any contact with you?”

  I’m about to totally lie and say no, but I just don’t have it in me to lie to my boss. I can’t tell him everything, but I can maybe stretch the truth and still be mostly honest. “So…” I start, trying to pick my way through this minefield. “I went over the main cathedral last night, just to sorta… walk down Memory Lane, you know?”

  Randy squints his eyes at me and I have to take a sip of coffee so I don’t wince.

  “And?” he asks.

  “And Case Reider was there.”

  “Did you talk to him?”

  “Only very briefly.” We were too busy fucking.

  “What did he say?”

  “You know, long time no see. We should catch up, have lunch. Miss you. Stuff like that.”

  “So you’re gonna have lunch with him today.”

  “I don’t know,” I say, unsure.

  “No,” Randy says in a firm tone. “You are going to have lunch with him today, Lulu. No doubt. We need to figure out who this Red Robber person is before he decides to do anything else and Lincoln Wade is our best guess. We need an in with that guy like… now.”

  “I don’t have his number and I didn’t give him mine, so we’ll just have to see what happens.”

  “You have until two o’clock to wait it out, then I want you to go digging. How hard can it be to find a number for the guy? His office is that huge collection of ugly silver cubes built into the side of the mountain. Just call over there and ask for him.”

  “He’s the CEO, Randy. You don’t just call up and ask for the CEO of ToyBox.”

  “I think he’ll make an exception.” And then we get on the freeway that will take us down south to where the penitentiary is.

  The rest of the ride is mostly me thinking about Case fucking me last night and Randy, messing with the radio as he tries to get a signal. “What the hell is happening? Why can’t I get any stations?”

  “The mountains,” I say, pointing up. “And that storm rolling in, probably. It’s the same way out on Wolf Valley. We can’t get shit on the radio out there.”

  Randy gives up on the radio and turns it off. The next twenty minutes are spent silently pondering the problems.

  I’m sure he’s thinking about the bank heist, this Red Robber guy, and how much of a chance I have of getting Case Reider to let me into his world. But I’m still thinking about Case’s warm hands on my thighs last night. He left bruises on me. The good kind. My ass kinda hurts from the way his hands were gripping me and I shift in my seat to find a more comfortable position.

  God, his scratchy face felt so good pressed up against mine when we were together last night.

  “You coming?” Randy says.

  We’re already parked, I realize. I was so lost in thought I didn’t even notice the car had stopped.

  “Yeah,” I say, shaking off the daydream and getting out. It’s cold today, so
I pull my coat around me and follow Randy into the wind as we make our way towards the prison.

  Inside it’s warm and empty. Obviously not visiting hours because there’s just two armed guards manning the front desk behind thick, bulletproof windows.

  Randy takes care of checking in, then stands next to me as I ponder getting breakfast from a vending machine filled with brightly colored calories.

  Before he can say anything about my dilemma with the food, a loud buzzer sounds and a door clicks open. We both spin around to find a man in a suit.

  “Randy,” the older gentleman says, walking towards us with his hand out.

  “Hey, Dick,” Randy says, clasping his hand like they are old friends.

  Dick Cage. I smile so I don’t laugh, then extend my hand and greet the warden.

  “This is my new assistant DA, Louise Lightly,” Randy says, motioning to me.

  “Just Lulu,” I say to the warden. “Everyone calls me Lulu.”

  “Nice to meet you, Miss Lightly,” the warden says, then turns to Randy and says, “Sorry to bother you, Randy. There’s been talk for about a week now, but I’ve mostly ignored it until last night.”

  “What happened?” Randy asks.

  “O’Neil’s been shooting his mouth off.” The warden looks around, then motions towards the door he came out of. “Let’s go in. I’m having him brought to my office so you can hear it firsthand. We had to rough him up last night to get this info out of him, but don’t worry, he’s gonna talk now.”

  I expected some messy hair. Maybe the remnants of a bloody nose. But when the guards drop O’Neil off in the warden’s office, both his eyes are black and swollen and it’s obvious that his nose needed to be set last night after the roughing up, because there’s white medical tape covering most of it.

  I shoot the warden a dirty look. I don’t care what kind of criminal he is, he should not be getting his ass kicked by the guards.

  “We didn’t do that,” the warden says, reading my facial expression. “The other prisoners jumped him this morning for talking to us last night.”