Lady Luck
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“You got any evidence of this?” Ty asked.
“I –” Rowdy started.
Ty interrupted him, “Yes or no, Rowdy, you got anything solid behind this?”
Rowdy held his eyes. Then he shook his head.
“Motherfucker, you are wanted for murder and you walk into my garage offerin’ me a deal when you really got nothin’ and your word is worth shit?” Ty asked.
Rowdy’s shoulders went straight and he declared, “I didn’t kill Misty.”
“Tell someone who gives a shit,” Ty returned.
“I just handed you Fuller and his brother and that brother’s partner,” Rowdy reminded him.
“You didn’t hand me shit. Half of what you told me, I know and so do a f**kload of people who actually can do something about it and the other half you got no evidence to support.”
At that, Rowdy lost it, leaned in and snapped, “I’m not goin’ down for takin’ out that gash.”
To this, Ty was quiet for several long seconds until I put my hands to him, curling my fingers in the back waistband of his jeans and pressing close with all the rest of me.
Then he spoke and when he did, it was quiet but that quiet still rumbled. “Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
My stomach flipped.
Rowdy’s torso shot back and his face went pale.
“Now, you listen to me, you piece of shit,” Ty whispered. “You do not breathe my air or my wife’s. I don’t see you until I see your picture in the paper then I can toss that shit in the trash where it f**kin’ belongs. You get near me or my wife again, your shit storm magnifies to epic proportions. I know what you like, Rowdy. Five years ago, you f**ked me up the ass but you did it metaphorically ‘cause you like ass f**kin’ but not men. Boys. The younger they look, f**k, the younger they are, the better.” I was peering around Ty, staring at Rowdy who was now white as a sheet but Ty wasn’t done. “I know where you do your ass f**kin’, I know who you f**k, I know how much you pay for it and I know how often you do it. My guess is, you do not want your buddies to know you like givin’ it up the ass to boys. Another guess, once you go down for whatever the f**k they get you for, you do not want to be a cop in the joint who’s known for gettin’ off on that shit. My wife and I never see you again, that secret stays safe. We do, I spread that shit wide. I’ll remind you, over five years ago, you f**ked me so I would advise you don’t test me because it’s takin’ all the control I got not to lay you out. Now, nod if you get me then get… the f**k… out of my… fuckin’ garage.”
Rowdy, eyes wide, face ashen, nodded once, turned and scurried out of the garage.
Ty turned to me, his burning eyes caught mine and he ordered, “You move with me, you are not outta my reach.”
I nodded.
He turned again to look out the garage as he opened the door to the Viper, moved into it, turned again, his eyes came to me, he reached in, hit the button and the garage door started to crank down. He moved out of the door, slammed it and we both watched the garage door until it settled.
Then he turned back to me. “Upstairs.”
I moved. Ty followed. I watched him turn the lock on the utility room door to the garage then I walked up the stairs. Ty again followed.
I took four steps into the kitchen and turned.
He stopped two steps from me and ordered, “Stay there, don’t move.”
I nodded again and he moved, I saw him scan the first floor then heard his feet as he moved through the two floors above us.
Then he came back, again stopped two steps from me and held my eyes.
“Are you okay, baby?” I whispered, doing my own scan, seeing nothing, reading nothing, he was blank.
“Two and a half weeks,” he replied.
“What?” I asked.
“That piece of shit has had two and a half weeks, tastin’ my nightmare.”
My breath stuck in my throat.
Suddenly, he smiled his beautiful smile and whispered, “That felt good.”
My breath forced through in a rush and I whispered back, “I bet it did.”
Then I smiled back.
Then his expression changed and at what it changed to, my ni**les got hard.
“My mama owes me some pu**y,” he said softly.
That was when wet rushed between my legs.
My husband held my eyes a second, two, three, then, I had no idea why, perhaps it was the intensity pulsing off him, I whirled and ran on my high heels to the stairs.
He caught me almost all the way up the first flight and I thought he’d lift me up and carry me to our bed but he didn’t. He turned me, planted my ass on a stair, my panties were gone in a whoosh then his big body was on me, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth.
I circled him with all four limbs.
Then my skirt was up to my ribs, my legs were over his shoulders and his mouth between my legs. My man was hungry, having waited a long time for his celebration feast, he was going to enjoy it.
Lucky for me, I got to too.
And I did, it was the hardest, longest, most intense orgasm he’d ever given me, which was to say, I ever had, and he’d given me some hard, long, intense, brilliant ones.
It was so good, he had an arm around my h*ps lifting me up, his other hand in the step for leverage and I was taking his c**k before I’d come down and knew it was happening.
He alternately assaulted my mouth with his or his lips brushed mine as he held my eyes while he thrust deep inside me and I held on, limbs tight, lifting my h*ps with every drive in order to give him more.
Then, suddenly, we were up, still connected, he moved up the last steps but planted me on the floor in the hallway, his h*ps moving faster, harder, his c**k going deeper as I watched his eyes burn, felt our quick breaths mix, my legs locking him to me, my hands wandering under his tee on his hot skin.
I felt him, I loved every inch of him on me and in me but his eyes held me enthralled.
“Love you, Ty,” I breathed, staring into his eyes. “Every inch of you, baby, everything that is you.”
He didn’t speak; he rarely did when he was inside me or just ha**ng s*x with me. He just thrust harder, each now coming with a grunt, his eyes hotter, with desire but it was more, in those beautiful eyes, shining clear was not only the triumph he was sharing with me but also all that he felt for me.
And they were locked to mine, giving me something precious.
Then I lost them as his head jerked back when he came then almost instantly fell forward and his face disappeared in my neck.
“I –” Rowdy started.
Ty interrupted him, “Yes or no, Rowdy, you got anything solid behind this?”
Rowdy held his eyes. Then he shook his head.
“Motherfucker, you are wanted for murder and you walk into my garage offerin’ me a deal when you really got nothin’ and your word is worth shit?” Ty asked.
Rowdy’s shoulders went straight and he declared, “I didn’t kill Misty.”
“Tell someone who gives a shit,” Ty returned.
“I just handed you Fuller and his brother and that brother’s partner,” Rowdy reminded him.
“You didn’t hand me shit. Half of what you told me, I know and so do a f**kload of people who actually can do something about it and the other half you got no evidence to support.”
At that, Rowdy lost it, leaned in and snapped, “I’m not goin’ down for takin’ out that gash.”
To this, Ty was quiet for several long seconds until I put my hands to him, curling my fingers in the back waistband of his jeans and pressing close with all the rest of me.
Then he spoke and when he did, it was quiet but that quiet still rumbled. “Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
My stomach flipped.
Rowdy’s torso shot back and his face went pale.
“Now, you listen to me, you piece of shit,” Ty whispered. “You do not breathe my air or my wife’s. I don’t see you until I see your picture in the paper then I can toss that shit in the trash where it f**kin’ belongs. You get near me or my wife again, your shit storm magnifies to epic proportions. I know what you like, Rowdy. Five years ago, you f**ked me up the ass but you did it metaphorically ‘cause you like ass f**kin’ but not men. Boys. The younger they look, f**k, the younger they are, the better.” I was peering around Ty, staring at Rowdy who was now white as a sheet but Ty wasn’t done. “I know where you do your ass f**kin’, I know who you f**k, I know how much you pay for it and I know how often you do it. My guess is, you do not want your buddies to know you like givin’ it up the ass to boys. Another guess, once you go down for whatever the f**k they get you for, you do not want to be a cop in the joint who’s known for gettin’ off on that shit. My wife and I never see you again, that secret stays safe. We do, I spread that shit wide. I’ll remind you, over five years ago, you f**ked me so I would advise you don’t test me because it’s takin’ all the control I got not to lay you out. Now, nod if you get me then get… the f**k… out of my… fuckin’ garage.”
Rowdy, eyes wide, face ashen, nodded once, turned and scurried out of the garage.
Ty turned to me, his burning eyes caught mine and he ordered, “You move with me, you are not outta my reach.”
I nodded.
He turned again to look out the garage as he opened the door to the Viper, moved into it, turned again, his eyes came to me, he reached in, hit the button and the garage door started to crank down. He moved out of the door, slammed it and we both watched the garage door until it settled.
Then he turned back to me. “Upstairs.”
I moved. Ty followed. I watched him turn the lock on the utility room door to the garage then I walked up the stairs. Ty again followed.
I took four steps into the kitchen and turned.
He stopped two steps from me and ordered, “Stay there, don’t move.”
I nodded again and he moved, I saw him scan the first floor then heard his feet as he moved through the two floors above us.
Then he came back, again stopped two steps from me and held my eyes.
“Are you okay, baby?” I whispered, doing my own scan, seeing nothing, reading nothing, he was blank.
“Two and a half weeks,” he replied.
“What?” I asked.
“That piece of shit has had two and a half weeks, tastin’ my nightmare.”
My breath stuck in my throat.
Suddenly, he smiled his beautiful smile and whispered, “That felt good.”
My breath forced through in a rush and I whispered back, “I bet it did.”
Then I smiled back.
Then his expression changed and at what it changed to, my ni**les got hard.
“My mama owes me some pu**y,” he said softly.
That was when wet rushed between my legs.
My husband held my eyes a second, two, three, then, I had no idea why, perhaps it was the intensity pulsing off him, I whirled and ran on my high heels to the stairs.
He caught me almost all the way up the first flight and I thought he’d lift me up and carry me to our bed but he didn’t. He turned me, planted my ass on a stair, my panties were gone in a whoosh then his big body was on me, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth.
I circled him with all four limbs.
Then my skirt was up to my ribs, my legs were over his shoulders and his mouth between my legs. My man was hungry, having waited a long time for his celebration feast, he was going to enjoy it.
Lucky for me, I got to too.
And I did, it was the hardest, longest, most intense orgasm he’d ever given me, which was to say, I ever had, and he’d given me some hard, long, intense, brilliant ones.
It was so good, he had an arm around my h*ps lifting me up, his other hand in the step for leverage and I was taking his c**k before I’d come down and knew it was happening.
He alternately assaulted my mouth with his or his lips brushed mine as he held my eyes while he thrust deep inside me and I held on, limbs tight, lifting my h*ps with every drive in order to give him more.
Then, suddenly, we were up, still connected, he moved up the last steps but planted me on the floor in the hallway, his h*ps moving faster, harder, his c**k going deeper as I watched his eyes burn, felt our quick breaths mix, my legs locking him to me, my hands wandering under his tee on his hot skin.
I felt him, I loved every inch of him on me and in me but his eyes held me enthralled.
“Love you, Ty,” I breathed, staring into his eyes. “Every inch of you, baby, everything that is you.”
He didn’t speak; he rarely did when he was inside me or just ha**ng s*x with me. He just thrust harder, each now coming with a grunt, his eyes hotter, with desire but it was more, in those beautiful eyes, shining clear was not only the triumph he was sharing with me but also all that he felt for me.
And they were locked to mine, giving me something precious.
Then I lost them as his head jerked back when he came then almost instantly fell forward and his face disappeared in my neck.
