Golden Trail
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Merry smiled and it was nasty. “Don’t play that game, Tanner. You pit yourself against me and Dad, when it comes to Rocky, I promise you, you’ll lose.”
“You seem sure.”
“That’s because I am.”
“She’s thirty-eight and still embarrassed about her periods and scared shitless of the dark. Tell me, Garrett, you two handled her with care, how can that be?”
Merry’s face changed and Layne couldn’t read it before he hid it.
So Layne bluffed, “That’s what I thought, you’re not so f**kin’ sure, are you?”
Layne won his bluff, he knew it when Merry whispered, “Fuck you.”
He looked at his watch and back to Merry. “You got fifteen minutes before I gotta go pick her up for the game. You got anything for me?”
Merry was silent and Layne waited.
Then Layne warned quietly, “This is the last time I’ll ask you, brother, you got anything for me?”
Merry kept his silence.
Layne nodded and whispered, “Right.”
Then without looking at his friend and without another word, Layne walked right passed him and out the door.
* * * * *
“Oh my God,” Rocky whispered, her face white, she was staring at him.
Layne was at one end of her couch, his feet on her coffee table, the mostly empty pizza box and several bottles of beer scattered on it. Rocky was at the opposite end of the couch, her feet were in his lap and he’d just told her Marissa Gibbon’s entire story.
“Sorry, sweetcheeks,” Layne said softly. “I woulda kept that from you but if Astley still has someone watchin’, he could have been takin’ pictures and that could get back to you. Forced my hand. You needed to know.”
“I don’t know what to say.” She was still whispering.
“Nothin’ to say except try to find the silver lining and that is that Marissa Gibbons learned how to be a good woman today. She tried it on and it fit. You know Devin called me when we were at the game. She set the meet. Now, she gets to move on, leave this shit behind and maybe find a good life.”
Her eyes stayed glued to him until her mouth got soft, her lids lowered then she pulled her feet out of his lap, twisted her h*ps in the couch and crawled on all fours until she had her hands on his shoulders and she was face to face and chest to chest with him.
“You’re a good man, Tanner Layne,” she said quietly then her eyes dropped to his mouth.
His arms went around her but he pulled his head back an inch and her eyes went back to his.
“Want your mouth on mine, honey, but we’re not done talkin’,” he murmured.
“I don’t like the look on your face,” she replied, losing her look, that look he liked so much and Layne would be seriously f**king happy when all this shit was over and life was just life.
So he didn’t waste time, wasting time would mean a delay in getting to the good part of the evening and he didn’t want that for him or for Roc.
He’d briefed her about the day’s events, all except his chat with her brother, but he still had a few things he needed to make clear. So he set about making them clear.
“We got a lot done today. Devin, Ryker and me are gonna be takin’ turns listenin’ to the bugs. We know who she is and Dev’s got prints from the apartment that an independent lab is runnin’, we’ll have results tomorrow, so we’ll know who he is and hopefully get confirmation on her. We know who’s pocket Rutledge his in. This means it’s gonna get hotter. I told Jasper and I’ll tell you. You keep sharp. You stay smart. You don’t talk to Josie, Violet, Feb, anyone about this shit. You lock your doors when you’re in your car and you drive with your eyes on your mirrors. You see the same car more than once, you call me immediately. Tomorrow, I take you to the office and get you a panic button and you carry that with you everywhere. You don’t go anywhere unless someone knows you’re goin’, where you’re goin’ and when you’re expected to get there. You don’t sleep alone. I’m not home, you stay awake. I’m not in this apartment; you’re not in this apartment. Those vultures live close and my security system at home is solid, they still haven’t fixed this one.”
“But, the girls are coming over tomorrow to –”
“Yeah, and I’ll leave when they get here and come back before they’re gone. Colt’s wife and Cal’s wife will both be here. Someone might be dumb enough to f**k with you, and, baby, that’s the truth even if I can see it freaks you out, but no one would be dumb enough to f**k with the three of you.”
He stopped speaking and she didn’t say anything, just held his eyes so his arms gave her a squeeze.
“You get all that?” he asked.
Rocky nodded.
“You freaked?” he went on.
Rocky kept nodding.
“You think I’d ever let anything hurt you?”
Rocky stopped nodding, her mouth got soft, her lids lowered and she shook her head.
“All right, baby,” he whispered, his hand travelling up her back, her neck to cup her head. “I’m gonna clean this shit up,” he told her quietly, tipping his head to the table. “You go upstairs and get ready because I’m hungry.”
“Layne,” she breathed, her tits pressing deeper into his chest and his c**k started getting hard.
“Go get ready for me,” he growled.
“I have to ask you something first,” she said, her hands moving up his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair and curling around at the back.
“Yeah?” he prompted when she said no more.
“That night, after that first game we went to together, do you remember?”
“It was only a month ago, sweetcheeks.”
“So you remember,” she pushed.
“Yeah, Roc,” his arms tightened, “I remember every second.”
She smiled, she’d liked that night but she liked that he liked it too then she shared, “I didn’t want you to leave.”
“I know.”
Rocky kept smiling and she kept sharing, “Before Merry came, I was going to make a move on you.”
Layne smiled back. “Yeah, I know.”
Her smile got even brighter before her face went strange, uncertain and she started, “Would you have… um,” she pulled in a breath, “caught my move or deflected it?”
Layne felt his smile fading and he answered honestly, “I don’t know, baby.”
“You seem sure.”
“That’s because I am.”
“She’s thirty-eight and still embarrassed about her periods and scared shitless of the dark. Tell me, Garrett, you two handled her with care, how can that be?”
Merry’s face changed and Layne couldn’t read it before he hid it.
So Layne bluffed, “That’s what I thought, you’re not so f**kin’ sure, are you?”
Layne won his bluff, he knew it when Merry whispered, “Fuck you.”
He looked at his watch and back to Merry. “You got fifteen minutes before I gotta go pick her up for the game. You got anything for me?”
Merry was silent and Layne waited.
Then Layne warned quietly, “This is the last time I’ll ask you, brother, you got anything for me?”
Merry kept his silence.
Layne nodded and whispered, “Right.”
Then without looking at his friend and without another word, Layne walked right passed him and out the door.
* * * * *
“Oh my God,” Rocky whispered, her face white, she was staring at him.
Layne was at one end of her couch, his feet on her coffee table, the mostly empty pizza box and several bottles of beer scattered on it. Rocky was at the opposite end of the couch, her feet were in his lap and he’d just told her Marissa Gibbon’s entire story.
“Sorry, sweetcheeks,” Layne said softly. “I woulda kept that from you but if Astley still has someone watchin’, he could have been takin’ pictures and that could get back to you. Forced my hand. You needed to know.”
“I don’t know what to say.” She was still whispering.
“Nothin’ to say except try to find the silver lining and that is that Marissa Gibbons learned how to be a good woman today. She tried it on and it fit. You know Devin called me when we were at the game. She set the meet. Now, she gets to move on, leave this shit behind and maybe find a good life.”
Her eyes stayed glued to him until her mouth got soft, her lids lowered then she pulled her feet out of his lap, twisted her h*ps in the couch and crawled on all fours until she had her hands on his shoulders and she was face to face and chest to chest with him.
“You’re a good man, Tanner Layne,” she said quietly then her eyes dropped to his mouth.
His arms went around her but he pulled his head back an inch and her eyes went back to his.
“Want your mouth on mine, honey, but we’re not done talkin’,” he murmured.
“I don’t like the look on your face,” she replied, losing her look, that look he liked so much and Layne would be seriously f**king happy when all this shit was over and life was just life.
So he didn’t waste time, wasting time would mean a delay in getting to the good part of the evening and he didn’t want that for him or for Roc.
He’d briefed her about the day’s events, all except his chat with her brother, but he still had a few things he needed to make clear. So he set about making them clear.
“We got a lot done today. Devin, Ryker and me are gonna be takin’ turns listenin’ to the bugs. We know who she is and Dev’s got prints from the apartment that an independent lab is runnin’, we’ll have results tomorrow, so we’ll know who he is and hopefully get confirmation on her. We know who’s pocket Rutledge his in. This means it’s gonna get hotter. I told Jasper and I’ll tell you. You keep sharp. You stay smart. You don’t talk to Josie, Violet, Feb, anyone about this shit. You lock your doors when you’re in your car and you drive with your eyes on your mirrors. You see the same car more than once, you call me immediately. Tomorrow, I take you to the office and get you a panic button and you carry that with you everywhere. You don’t go anywhere unless someone knows you’re goin’, where you’re goin’ and when you’re expected to get there. You don’t sleep alone. I’m not home, you stay awake. I’m not in this apartment; you’re not in this apartment. Those vultures live close and my security system at home is solid, they still haven’t fixed this one.”
“But, the girls are coming over tomorrow to –”
“Yeah, and I’ll leave when they get here and come back before they’re gone. Colt’s wife and Cal’s wife will both be here. Someone might be dumb enough to f**k with you, and, baby, that’s the truth even if I can see it freaks you out, but no one would be dumb enough to f**k with the three of you.”
He stopped speaking and she didn’t say anything, just held his eyes so his arms gave her a squeeze.
“You get all that?” he asked.
Rocky nodded.
“You freaked?” he went on.
Rocky kept nodding.
“You think I’d ever let anything hurt you?”
Rocky stopped nodding, her mouth got soft, her lids lowered and she shook her head.
“All right, baby,” he whispered, his hand travelling up her back, her neck to cup her head. “I’m gonna clean this shit up,” he told her quietly, tipping his head to the table. “You go upstairs and get ready because I’m hungry.”
“Layne,” she breathed, her tits pressing deeper into his chest and his c**k started getting hard.
“Go get ready for me,” he growled.
“I have to ask you something first,” she said, her hands moving up his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair and curling around at the back.
“Yeah?” he prompted when she said no more.
“That night, after that first game we went to together, do you remember?”
“It was only a month ago, sweetcheeks.”
“So you remember,” she pushed.
“Yeah, Roc,” his arms tightened, “I remember every second.”
She smiled, she’d liked that night but she liked that he liked it too then she shared, “I didn’t want you to leave.”
“I know.”
Rocky kept smiling and she kept sharing, “Before Merry came, I was going to make a move on you.”
Layne smiled back. “Yeah, I know.”
Her smile got even brighter before her face went strange, uncertain and she started, “Would you have… um,” she pulled in a breath, “caught my move or deflected it?”
Layne felt his smile fading and he answered honestly, “I don’t know, baby.”
