by Karen Deen
“Not a single word. Not one, do you hear me?”
Grayson laughs hard from behind me.
“Seriously, Lex, maybe you need to take Tate’s advice. Get some sex, man. Let go once in a while.” Gray looks sympathetically at me.
“I am, but that’s the problem. Not sure it isn’t making it worse. Now all of you shut up and play. I’m with Mason because at least he hasn’t said one stupid comment so far about me or my sex life.”
“Give me time, buddy.” He thumps my arm. “I’ll try to bite my tongue, though. Let’s um, how did you say it… ‘whip these guys asses,’ shall we?” Mason throws his arm around my shoulder and drags me onto the court, and it’s game on.
“You wish, Mason. Nothing can beat the power of two,” Gray yells at us from down the court.
“What, two dumbasses? Not sure there is any power in that. But yeah, let’s see what you’ve got. Bring it, baby,” I call as Tate starts running at me, dribbling the ball while Gray tries to use fancy footwork to get past Mason. The stupid smirk on Tate’s face as he gets closer is enough to get me fired up. I may be the shortest and smallest of the four of us but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to stop him. I’m quicker than him, and if my stress does anything to my body it’s that it has the adrenaline pumping.
“Come on, pretty boy. Let’s see your best attack.” Light on my feet, I’m bouncing side to side mirroring him. “You’ve got nothing.” I’m full of mouth today, not afraid to gear him up.
“Oh, you think you’ve got a chance against the master, little man? Watch and learn, buddy, this is how it’s done.” He spins to the left to roll around me, but I jump at the same time, anticipating his move, and the ball is vulnerable in his hand about to shoot. I tap it at the right time and it’s loose behind him. My feet hit the ground and I’m off with the perfect bounce into my hand. My legs pumping me down the court as he recovers, turning to chase me.
“Shit,” I hear Grayson yell as he realizes that the ball is loose.
“Yeah, Lex!” Mason yells as I start my lay-up and dunk the ball in the hoop. I might be smaller than them, but I’m still a tall man.
Tate reaches me as my feet land on the ground.
“Correction, brother, that there, is how it’s done,” I tease. I jog backwards up the court as he retrieves the ball, and Mason passes me for a high five as we prepare for the next attack.
“Fuck, you are an angry little man today, aren’t you? No being nice now. Shit just got real.” Tate and Gray have a little word and they are on the attack.
In the fifteen minutes since I’ve been here, I can already feel my body starting to unwind and my tension about to be laid out on the basketball court for the next thirty minutes.
I love these guys.
Man, it’s so hot that the sweat is dripping off all of us as we wind down from the game. I pour water over my head to cool down, knowing I’m going to need a cold shower at the office before I can get this sweaty body back into a suit for the afternoon. I feel like that’s all I ever get to wear. Stuffy suits and ties. I hate them so much. It’s all I can remember from an early age of being suited up by my mother and paraded around at her social functions as the next future Chief Judge of the district court of the Northern District of Illinois. From the age of four all I can remember is her telling me I was going to become a lawyer, then judge, then on to politics. My father is a lawyer but has never progressed any further than that, so I’m not sure what makes her think I want to.
“Want to tell us what’s up your ass today, Lex?” Grayson’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
I can’t even tell them because I’m not entirely sure what has me off rhythm. Of course, there is the normal stress which I’m happy to share, but I know deep down there is more to it and it’s just frustrating the shit out of me trying to work it out. I’m a man of facts and solutions. I hate the unknown. My life has always been black and white, with nothing in the middle.
“Just a shit morning in court. This case is tough, man. How can you drive a car drunk and high on drugs? Kill two people and show no remorse and then blame the deceased, saying he should have swerved to miss the truck. For fuck’s sake, I just want to grab the jerk and beat the shit out him.”
“Wow, that’s not the right attitude, Counselor.” Tate smirks at me.
“What a dick. Surely the blood tests will prove that. Isn’t that just a fact that should make the case cut and dry?” Mason asks, before chugging more water down.
“Except the idiots who handled the first blood samples messed it up, and by the time the second samples were taken, then of course there were only traces in his system. He and his team know that I will struggle to prove how bad he was. Jacinta will make sure he uses it to her advantage. I just wish I knew what she has up her sleeve.” Running my hand through my wet hair, I can’t stop myself from thinking about her again. I feel the muscles in my shoulders tense up.
“What is it about that woman that you find appealing? She’s a dragon, in my opinion,” Tate blurts out without any care.
“Tate!” I growl at him. No matter my feelings towards her, he doesn’t get to say that.
“What? It’s true. You just can’t see it. Fuck if I know why, maybe you’re blinded by the witch spell she casts over you,” he continues, totally oblivious to the death stare I’m giving him. Time for me to leave before I say something I don’t really mean.
“I’m out. Need to get back to the office, sort out shit for court tomorrow.” Standing, my legs feel a little stiff after a tough game.
“Thanks for letting me whip your ass today, Tate. I must say it felt great. Look forward to next week, I’ll make sure my whip is warmed up and ready.” Mason and Gray both spray water out of their mouth and are laughing and coughing at the same time.
“Fuck off, Lex. You got lucky. Won’t happen again,” Tate grumbles. If there’s one thing Tate hates, it’s being beaten. Competitive is his middle name.
“Blah, blah, all I hear is white noise,” I yell over my shoulder as I walk to my car.
Anyone hearing us would think we hate each other. It’s totally the opposite, I couldn’t live without these guys. It’s just how Tate and I are. I’m black and white and he is all shades of gray in the middle. Pushing the boundary of every shade there is, which of course drives me crazy.
The afternoon dragged out as Greta and I pawed over all the case notes. Analyzing what had come out in court today and trying to be prepared for what tomorrow might bring. By the time I leave the office for the day, I know we need to find a golden ticket. Something to nail this bastard. I just don’t what that is yet. I need the check mate move.
Finally, I’m home and sitting on my balcony sipping a smooth scotch.
Just breathing.
Taking in the stillness of the night. I can hear the noise of the city, but it’s a relaxing noise. I feel calm because the chaos is out there. Where all the lights glisten, the horns sound, and the music blares. The voices are a mixture of laughing, talking, and the occasional scream. Yet it’s still peaceful because it’s not here.
My personal bubble is quiet and calm.
Everything is in its place and just the quiet music playing in the background. The smell of my dinner in the oven keeping warm, which Ari my housekeeper left for me. One of the privileges of being a trust-fund baby. More money than I can ever spend and a lifestyle that I have never known any different. A life of someone always taking care of me, life has been easy. Whatever I want is at my fingertips, and if it’s not, then it can be within a blink of the eye.
It wasn’t until I met the guys in high school that I saw what other families were like. They all had money but nothing like the old-money wealth of my parents. One that just accumulates and grows as it is handed down through the generations. No one person will ever be able to spend that amount of wealth in a lifetime.
My phone buzzes on the table from a message. I want to ignore it, but it then starts ringing.
Seeing her na
me light up, I’m torn. I don’t have the energy for her mouth tonight, but I could certainly do with the endorphin release.
Before I make a decision, it stops ringing. But another message is already buzzing through.
Jacinta: I know you’re home. Tell your henchman on the door to let me up.
Living in the penthouse, I have an exclusive elevator, and the doorman knows who is allowed up without permission and that is only a very select group. Which does not include the impatient woman standing in the foyer. I’m sure she will be tapping her foot and have a stare that could strip the paint off the walls.
“Hey, Austin. It’s fine to let Miss Nordick up.” I call the poor doorman to put him out of his misery.
“Thank you, Lex. She doesn’t like the word no, does she.”
I can’t help but start laughing. He hit the nail on the head. “Not even in her vocabulary, man. Sorry for the tongue lashing I’m sure you got.”
“Not a problem, happens every time she arrives. Never going to change. On her way up.” He chuckles as he hangs up.
His words are still ringing in my ear while I walk into the foyer of my apartment.
‘Never going to change’.
The doors open and the words are spilling out of her mouth. “Why do we have to go through this every time? Just tell him I’m your girlfriend and I’m allowed to come straight up. Better still, give me a damn key.”
Like that is ever going to happen. No chance in hell.
I’m not in the mood for her smart mouth tonight.
While it might turn me on in the courtroom, it’s not doing it for me right now.
“You know you aren’t my girlfriend, Jacinta, so stop the crap. We fuck, that’s what we do. That’s all we’ll ever do”
She stops walking and spins to look at me.
“Bedroom, now!” I tell her forcefully.
“Pardon? You don’t get to…” Her face has the look of fire on it.
“Bedroom now! We both know why you’re here. To be fucked, not to talk. So, move before I change my mind.” My voice becomes more demanding.
She stalks towards me, her heels clicking on the polished concrete.
“You want to play boss tonight, Alexander? Fine. But we both know who holds the power in the relationship.” I hate when she calls me that. Walking away and up the stairs to my bedroom, her ass is swaying in the tight skirt she’s still wearing from court today.
Fuck, she has the tightest little ass cheeks. I’m going to enjoy pulling them apart tonight and sinking deep inside her. Hard and fast.
“Don’t make me wait, Lex. You know what happens if I get impatient. I start without you.” Her voice gets fainter as she heads down the hallway to the bedroom.
My heart is fired up with pure adrenaline again.
Why does she have this pull over me?
The man I am with her is not the man I am in my world.
She makes me someone I don’t particularly like.
Yet it’s part of me, that I can’t deny.
It’s like I can’t break free, and I can’t work out if I even want to.
Striding up the stairs, I need to show her I’m more than playing boss. I’m going to fuck her until she screams my name in pleasure.
I walk into the room she believes is mine. I could never sleep at night if I had the thought of her swimming around me in my actual bedroom. Jacinta is already stripped down to her underwear. A pale purple matching lace set. It always surprises me when she peels off her power suits to find that she’s hiding a glimmer of her feminine side. I asked her about it once and won’t bother going there again. The answer just sounded like the lawyer in her giving me the premeditated answer she has given every man before me, that she likes the good quality.
I’m not in the mood for games tonight.
“No talking. On the bed on your hands and knees. You want to wave that ass at me all day then you can feel me there now.”
She’s about to open her mouth, but I glare at her. She closes her lips again, but the smirk pisses me off.
Dropping my sweatpants to the floor, my dick is hard and standing up ready. Already naked, I reef my shirt over my head. Grabbing a condom from the side drawer, I suit up. This I must admit is the only suit I do enjoy wearing.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Counselor. To be fucked hard in that snug pussy. While I finger you like crazy in your tight little puckered rose.” She moans as I run my hand over her smooth butt cheek. This is just how I like it; her facing away from me, taking all the power away from her. She won’t admit it but it’s what she wants too. That’s why she’s here. To let go and get out of her head for a little while.
Slowly swiping my finger through her dripping pussy, her back arches, her ass lifts higher in the air, and her head looks to the ceiling with her mouth open. Just perfect. At my mercy.
Continuing my finger all the way to her perfectly bleached puckered hole, I smooth her own wetness around while I tease her. Leaning forward, my other hand finds her clitoris and starts to rub back and forth, which brings out her heavy panting. Feeling her getting wetter, I push my thumb slowly deep inside her ass. She moans out loud this time which tells me she’s getting close. Pushing two fingers into her wet sex, I’m not gentle. She doesn’t like softness. This is what she longs for. Her body rides my fingers in the same rhythm as my thumb sliding in and out of her ass. My third finger slips easily into her as I pull my thumb free. Leaving her wanting a little more.
Lining up my cock with the opening to her sex, I push my thumb straight into her ass as I pull my fingers free from her pussy and sink deep inside her and feel her grip me hard.
Jacinta screams like a wild animal who is in pain, but then starts begging for more.
“Harder, Lex… more…oh…ohh…” I keep pounding her hard like she asks. Feeling my balls tightening and knowing I’m about to blow my load deep inside her.
Just as she is about to come, I pull my thumb from her and smack her hard on the ass as I come hard. Her screaming gets louder as her orgasm rips through her and her body finally lets go. Watching her quivering at the power release reminds me of what she is to me.
Just a good hard fuck and nothing else.
I’m sure there should be more to sex, yet it’s just not here between us.
The only comfort I feel in knowing that is that she’s told me she doesn’t feel a thing for me either.
Chapter Two
LEX
“Good morning, Greta. Thank you for meeting me early. I just had a thought during the night I think we need to investigate.” I look up from my desk where I’ve been working since six am.
I couldn’t sleep last night after Jacinta left. After helping her to dress, we both had a beer and talked briefly. Well, she talked and I listened. Never about work. That is the rule. We can’t work against each other if we even start to discuss any case. Getting into the each other’s head is a bad move for both of us. You then start overthinking in the courtroom which can be the worst thing for your client.
Jacinta mainly talked about my mother and the upcoming charity events we are both supposed to be attending together. Oh, did I forget to mention that my mother thinks that Jacinta is the woman I will be marrying? The power couple of the Chicago legal fraternity. As far as Mother is concerned, Jacinta is the woman who will help me to secure the chief judge role. She is an asset for me in the high-society circles we both socialize in.
Since when do you choose your future wife based on whether she is an asset to you or not? That’s just so demeaning to any woman—or man, for that matter. The years of arranged marriage are almost behind us, or so the public believes. But in the secret lives behind the social circles of money, it’s still happening.
No matter what Mother thinks, I can guarantee I will never be marrying Jacinta.
“What did that brain of yours that never sleeps think of?” She places her bag on my chair, pulling out her laptop onto the table. Her other hand places down the tray of coffee
s.
“Oh, woman, you are worth more money.” Reaching over to take mine, I see that it has “insomniac” written on the top of it.
“You better remember that at salary review time, boss, otherwise you never know what special ingredients will start being added to your morning coffee.” Laughing, she pulls her chair closer to get started. “Now spill your brilliance—or it better be brilliant to have me here at seven am.” Greta looks at me, waiting.
I’m lucky to have her as an assistant. She is super intelligent and has the drive to become an amazing lawyer once she gets the experience behind her. I’ve had a few assistants in my time, but I think without a doubt, Greta is the best I’ve worked with. We spend so much time together and sometimes late into the night, and I’ve never had to worry about her dedication to the cases. We have become great friends, and I hope I can keep pushing her along to get her to where she deserves to be in this firm. I would never interfere with her promotions, but I’ll be making sure the people in the know see her ability.
“Right. So last night I was sitting having a scotch after a friend left my apartment. It was my second for the night, plus a beer.”
“That’s not like you, Lex, three drinks on a school night.” She smiles a cheeky grin at me.
“Haha, smarty pants. Anyway, when I started on the third scotch—yes, it had been a long night—I thought to myself, ‘Lucky there are no cameras here watching me, to see me getting drunk on my own.’ That’s when it hit me.”
“What, that you should video your own solo drunken parties?”
“No. Very funny. Now just listen and keep up.” I glare at her.
“Okay, sorry, no room for comedy this morning. Continue,” Greta says, drinking her coffee.
“We may not have a blood sample that is going to prove how much Mr. Digby had to drink that night or what drugs were in his system, but…” I hold my chin and rub my thumb on my beard while I process my thoughts, “…what if there are security cameras in his office that show him drinking or taking drugs in the few hours before he left to drive to his ex-wife’s house.”
