by K. Webster
“Chase Everett Thomas. I’m thinking he was around eighteen when you ran into him at that bar in Arkansas,” I blurt out. “There’s a missing person report on him when he was sixteen. I stumbled upon this while working a big-ass trafficking case that dates back to around this time. I think it’s got Vidal and Collins written all over it.”
“Fuck.” The sounds of his fingers tapping away on his keyboard can be heard. “Dad’s a doctor there in Memphis. Mom is a fuckin’ life coach who travels giving speeches. Hot as hell too. Three brothers who look just like him—athletic and smart and happy. There’s no way a kid like him would have left this life.” He taps away some more. “Kid drove a goddamn beamer.”
“They took him,” I agree. “Probably similar to how they took Erin and how they planned to take Stormy.” My gut twists at the thought of her accidentally getting herself stuck with them instead of the Royal Bastards. “And now they’re looking for him, man.”
“They’re not looking,” Koyn growls. “They’ve already found him. They’re biding their time. Watching us. Fuck.”
He’s right. Stormy found this file a year ago. They already called up at my work to fuck with us. If they know Koyn and me, then they’ve already uncovered who all is patched in under him. All it would take is catching a glimpse of Dragon and they’d know. He has an unforgettable face—the kind that should be splashed across tabloids or a face strutting down the runway in Milan or some shit. Point is, Dragon is a good-looking dude who stands out like a sore fucking thumb.
“What do we do?” I scrub my palm over my face. “We’re always two steps ahead of everyone, but I feel like these fuckers are ghosts.”
“They are,” Koyn bites out. “I already picked apart what we know on them. Collins no longer offices in Tulsa. He ghosted out of there right after Stormy showed up. Vidal pops up on the radar in different cities, but then he disappears. They’ve got their shit under aliases I still need to uncover.”
My hands are tied at what I have access to here at work. The criminals don’t do shit the right way, so we only have information of those who have been caught or talked or from our own recon missions. But, at this point, Vidal and Collins are nothing of interest in the system.
“Let me make some calls,” Koyn says finally. “Jameson, the prez in New Orleans with the Royal Bastards National chapter, might know some shit. Same with Animal. Arkansas is close enough to Tennessee they might have some bleed off from this. I’ve also got a Royal Bastards guy out west. King’s in Santa Clarita, California. Might not get his surly ass out here, but he’s knowledgeable. His chapter goes after the wealthy traffickers of the victims. He might know some shit and if he doesn’t, he’ll be down to help.”
“And when we locate these motherfuckers?”
Koyn chuckles, dark and deep. “Then we call Loki.”
“God of Mischief?”
“No, dumbass, God of Torture. Otherwise known as prez of the Royal Bastards Reno, Nevada chapter.”
“All right then. Let’s do this.”
“Three steps ahead of you, brother. Three steps ahead.”
I’m eager as hell to get home to my woman. If she’s still there. Doubt clouds around me like a fog, thick and unyielding. I have no other option but to trust Stormy. If she leaves and fucks me over, I’ll deal with that shit then. I can’t worry over what hasn’t happened, though.
Grabbing my file, I climb out of my truck and head inside. The dogs are outside acting like heathens in the woods, chasing whatever it is that’s pissed them off today, so when I walk into my house, I’m met with silence. Unease settles in my gut. She’s probably napping. My eyes skim around the front room and I’m surprised to see Stormy has cleaned. The house smells like mop cleaner. I could kiss her for how shiny my floors are right now.
“Hey, baby, I’m home,” I call out. “I really want to fuck you on these clean floors. Where the hell are you, woman?”
Silence.
She wouldn’t clean the house and bail. That’s fucking stupid. Still, I’m unnerved when I don’t find her in the kitchen or my bedroom. Her bedroom got emptied over the weekend as I moved her clothes and shit into mine, but she’s not in there either. I’m just headed to check the gym downstairs when I stop off at my office. Turning the knob, I push inside.
Sitting at my desk like she owns the place, Stormy is deep in thought, my giant pair of headphones pulled over her ears as she nods to the music she’s listening to on the computer. Papers are strewn out all over the desk where she’s been making notes about something. She’s a different person than the one I left, who was just fucked and only wearing my T-shirt. Now, she’s hot as fuck in a tight white T-shirt that reveals her pointy nipples and some yoga pants. Her long blond hair has been smoothed straight and hangs over her shoulders in shiny tresses I want to tangle my fingers in. It’s clear she dolled herself up for me because her face is made up with a shit ton of makeup. Even though I prefer her fresh-faced, I can’t deny how hard my dick gets when I know she did all this for me.
I sneak back out of the office to take a quick shower to wash the day’s grime off me. My dick has remained at half-mast since I saw her looking so fucking beautiful sitting at my desk. Quickly, I rush out of the shower, a towel loosely tied around my waist, eager to get back to her. I’m about to exit the bathroom when Stormy rounds the corner.
“Weren’t even going to come say hi, huh?” Her blue eyes glitter, but her mouth is pouty.
“Hi.”
“Asshole.”
“Come here,” I growl, dropping my towel in exchange for grabbing my woman.
She whimpers as my mouth crashes against hers. I kiss her like I haven’t seen her in eight years, not eight hours. Our tongues tangle and thrash, each of us desperate to taste the other. I finger the hem of her T-shirt and pull it up over her body, ridding her of the offending material so I can see her gorgeous tits. She moans when I caress the fat mounds, thumbing her hard nipples.
“Mine,” I growl.
She grips my aching dick. “Mine.”
“That so, huh?” I smirk at her.
Her lips kick up into a wicked grin. “Gonna claim it right now.”
“Fuck,” I groan as she drops to her knees, her blue eyes peering up at me.
“Shhh,” she says before licking the tip that leaks with pre-cum. “I have promises to make to my little friend right now.”
I grab a handful of her silky hair in my punishing grip. “Little?”
“Would you rather I call it precious?”
“You’re such a bitch,” I grunt out. “Put my big dick in your mouth and choke on it, little storm. I want to watch your mascara run as you gag on it.”
She runs her tongue up and down my shaft in a tortuous, teasing way. “It’s too big for my mouth,” she murmurs, making her voice soft and breathy like she’s innocent.
Stormy is far from fucking innocent.
“Try, beautiful.”
Her eyes gleam at my praise and she wraps her juicy, pink lips around my cock. It’s a stretch, but this woman has a big mouth. I like that I can shut her up with my big dick and that she can take it. The scrape of her teeth along my shaft has me hissing and my grip in her hair tightening. Blue eyes water as she regards me with a look of pure adoration.
Fuck.
I’m going to fall so hard for this bitch.
So fucking hard.
She grabs hold of my balls, her eyes lighting up in a threatening way that has my blood pressure spiking, but all she does is rub at them. It feels so fucking good to have her mouth on me. I can’t even remember the last time I had my dick sucked, but I can say for a fact no blowjob ever felt this damn good.
Stormy hums and gags as she attempts to swallow my dick. Saliva runs down her chin and her eyes leak, sending streaks of black skating down her red cheeks. So fucking pretty. My painful grip in her hair turns soft. I stroke her hair and lock eyes with her. In one stare, I tell her exactly what’s on my mind.
I want you.
I need you.
I trust you.
She’s intuitive and must read my thoughts because her eyes water for different reasons than choking on dick. I’ve made her happy. And that fucking makes me happy. Soon, Stormy has my nuts drawing up with pleasure. My strangled sounds of pleasure are her only warning of what’s to come. Like a good girl, she intensifies her efforts, sucking me like a fucking Hoover. I groan as I empty my release into her waiting, constricting throat that eagerly swallows my dick like it’s a fucking Slurpee. Hot cum jets down her throat, filling her up with me.
“You’re really damn good at that,” I praise, my voice hoarse and raspy.
I pull her to her feet and hug her to me. Her body relaxes in my arms.
“Thank you for not leaving.” I kiss the top of her head. “And since I didn’t get arrested, thanks for not calling the cops on me either.”
“You’re growing on me, Jeremy Koynakov.” She winks before she starts to pull away, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. “What?”
“Just want to look at you a little while longer.”
All the smugness from giving me the best fucking blowjob ever fades away. Vulnerability shines in her pretty blue eyes. “Like what you see?”
“You have no fucking idea, little storm. No idea.”
Stormy
God, he is so fucking fine.
Staring at me like I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen does my head in. How is it I’ve gone my entire life thinking I knew anything about the male species when men like Copper existed? He’s nothing like I’ve ever known and I’m thankful. With Copper, he wants me. Needs me. Craves me. I’ve never felt so desired by another person before and that’s saying a lot considering most men just see me as someone they’d like to fuck.
Copper wants all of me.
The good. The bad. The ugly.
It’s as though he wants to burrow his way deep inside me, exposing every part of me, and turning it inside out so he can understand it. No one has ever wanted to know the real Brenda Gale. No one. And it’s not always their fault. I’m notorious for keeping people at a distance, but Copper is the only one who shoved past my barriers and stormed inside.
“I found some stuff,” I murmur, whimpering when his thumbs hook into my yoga pants and begins sliding them down.
“Mmm?” he rumbles. “Me too.”
“Probably can’t wait.”
“This can’t wait.” He presses his hard dick, that’s still wet from my mouth, against my stomach. “This is the first thing on our agenda.”
I should tell him what I found today, but he’s right. It can wait a little while longer.
“How are you hard already?” I gasp when his teeth find my neck at the same time his palms grab my ass. “You’re too old to be this horny.”
He smacks my ass. “I’m not old. Especially not in the bedroom. Now hold on so I can fuck you.”
I wrap my hands around his neck and kick out of my pants at my ankles. He lifts me up, urging me to hook my legs around his waist. A yelp escapes me when my back meets the cold bathroom wall. Copper reaches between us to grab hold of his dick and then directs it into my slick pussy. We both moan as he slowly pushes into me, filling me to the brink. My fingernails claw at his neck just below his hairline.
“God, this will never get old,” I rasp out. “Don’t go slow.”
His lips find my neck and he sucks on the flesh while his hips piston in a fast, violent way. He’s so thick and long, I know he’s bruising parts of me inside that don’t normally see this sort of abuse. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the wild ride. His hand holding my ass up digs brutally into my flesh, causing me to whimper.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts out. “So fucking perfect.”
I melt under his sweet words, giving every thought and pleasure-filled quiver to this man. He sucks me into this vortex that is him and I let him. We disappear together. Lost in the madness. It doesn’t take long before the constant grinding against my G-spot inside me has me keening. I’ve never been with a man so big, he rubs all the good parts of me inside all at once. It’s insanely erotic and beyond my wildest fantasies. Too easily, he drives me to the edge and pushes me off with no remorse. I scream out his name, trembling with ecstasy.
He groans, his body stiffening, and then he rips out of me with a roar. Hot cum jets up between us, wetting my stomach as he slides his throbbing cock between the lips of my pussy. I’m empty without him inside me and I wish he’d never pulled out.
For a long, quiet minute, he holds me up, pressing soft kisses to my neck. I gently run my fingers through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. This man is going to be the death of me and I’m not even mad about it.
“Get cleaned up,” he murmurs near my ear and then nips the lobe. “I’ll get the grill going. We can have steak and talk about what you found.”
He sets me to my feet, looking completely unaffected compared to my wrecked state. I’ve just been fucked breathless and he’s ready to go cook steak. Unbelievable. And here I thought I’d give his ass a hard time about being old. I’m the one who can’t keep up.
“Cute as hell when you’re just fucked.” He smirks and drops a kiss on my lips before sauntering out of the bathroom.
I shake away my daze, grab a hair tie to pull my hair into a messy bun, and then take a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and cum. By the time I’m out and dressed, I can hear Copper talking to his dogs in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen to find Hansel begging shamelessly for the meat Copper’s prepping.
“Babies want a treat?” I coo, causing them both to bark.
Copper winks at me, making me melt, as I head to the pantry to grab their treats. Hansel tries to steal Gretel’s, but she nips at his nose, sending him scampering away like the big baby he is. Once they’re both happy to have gotten something to snack on, I grab a couple of beers from the fridge and hand one to Copper.
“How was work?” I prop a hip against the counter as I watch him marinade the steaks.
“Got put on a new case. My superior, Dan, has been holding out on me. It’s a big one.” He cocks a brow at me. “What did you find today?”
I take a long swig of my beer and then set it down. “You’re never going to believe this. So I got to thinking about Dragon and what Koyn said. If he was scared and most likely running from something, that would mean there might be people looking for him. Since Koyn found him in Arkansas, I started there, but then I moved to Tennessee. Koyn mentioned Dragon getting all weird when Memphis was mentioned.”
Copper stares at me in awe, which has me eager to tell him the rest.
“His name is Chase Everett Thomas,” I blurt out. “Missing since he was sixteen. And, holy shit, Copper, he was in a—”
“Male pageant?”
I blink at him in shock. “What the hell? How did you know that?”
“Grab that file,” he says, nodding to the one on the bar. “I found all the same shit out today at work.” He pauses, lifting a brow. “But, I have the resources. How did you figure this out?”
Sure enough, when I open the file, there is a sticky note with Copper’s chicken scratch detailing all he found, which is exactly what I came across. No freaking way.
“Memphis. It stuck out as odd to me when Katana mentioned it before and I even told you and Koyn I thought they came from there. The way Dragon got so pissed that day was a red flag. I started with missing persons reports and did an estimation on Dragon’s age now versus when he could have gone missing. I assumed he was a runaway maybe. Anyway, he has a remarkable face and once I narrowed down a period of a few years when this could have happened, I was able to scour through them all. Once I found out who he was and had a name, it was much easier to look him up.”
Copper nods, scratching at his jaw. “Sometimes I forget you were a Fed.”
“It all makes sense now,” I say to him, still staring at the file. “Vidal and Collins obviously scoped him out and lured him in with promises o
f making him a big star since that’s kind of their MO. He fell for it because most impressionable kids that age would and ended up in some shitshow they’re involved with. Whatever they did to him traumatized the hell out of him. Somehow, he must have escaped and landed on Koyn’s radar. He took them in. Those bastards are pissed he got away and either want to kill him or just want him back, which is why they were looking into you guys when I came to Collins’s office that day. We need to talk to Dragon so we can pull information out of him.”
Copper sighs as he washes his hands. “We can’t. Koyn is adamant as fuck about not dragging all this shit into the light.”
It doesn’t surprise me that Koyn is so protective over these guys. They’re all criminals, but he treats them like they’re his kids. I saw the way Koyn was when I lived there with my own two eyes. Loyal to a fault.
“Why does he have to be so damn difficult?” I complain.
“Because it’s his way.” He winks at me. “Let me go check the grill and then I’ll show you your present.”
All investigative thoughts dissipate.
“You got me a present?” I ask, dumfounded. No guy has ever gotten me a present of his own free will. I made Filter buy me shit all the time, but he always seemed put off by it.
“Two actually. Sit tight.”
While he disappears, I throw together a quick salad and toss a couple of potatoes in the microwave. I’m just pulling out toppings for the quick-baked potatoes when Copper returns with an Apple sack.
“What’s this?”
“Open it,” he instructs as he grabs the steaks. “Come out back with me.”
I loop the bag over my wrist and snag our beers before following him out onto the back deck. The lake sparkles in the early evening setting sun. So breathtaking and beautiful. I sigh as I sit in one of the comfy chairs and set the beers down on the table. Then, I set to pulling out the items in the bag.
A laptop and a phone.
Brand-new.
My throat closes up and I will myself not to cry. This is ridiculous. I will not get emotional about a damn computer and phone. A tear leaks out anyway.
