Behind the Secrets (Behind the Lives #4) (14 page)

“Can I try some? I’ve never had tofu,
whatever the hell it is.”

“It’s bean curd.” L held it out for
Dante to taste.

Dante put his mouth around the chopsticks,
taking a bite of the tofu. “I like it,” he said, chewing L’s food. He swallowed
it down and smiled, amused that L was staring at his mouth, looking like she
was about to hyperventilate. “Can I have some more?”

She blinked. “Sure.” She picked up a
cube with her chopsticks, holding it out for Dante to eat. He smiled inwardly as
she continued to watch his mouth, her pupils dilating. The chick was definitely
hot for him.

“More?” L asked as Dante swallowed it
down.

Jade cut in, “Don’t let him eat all of
your food, Llewellyn.”

“She can have my fish,” Dante said.

“You didn’t listen; Llewellyn’s a
vegetarian.”

“So?”

“Fish is meat.”

“I thought vegetarians ate fish.”

L smiled. “Only the ones who pretend to
be vegetarians. There was this one girl I knew who told everyone she was
vegetarian, but ate chicken.”

“Now that’s stupid, that’s white meat.”

“So is fish,” Jade sniggered.

“What’s so funny?” Dante snapped.

“You may have been at the front of the
line when they were handing out looks, but you must’ve stayed home when they
handed out intelligence.”

“I’m not dumb!”

“Then don’t say dumb things.”

Dante pushed up from the seat, having
had enough of Jade’s shit. A rush of dizziness hit him, making him wobble
sideways. He grabbed for the table, but missed it, clipping the side of his
head as he crashed to the floor.

Jade yelled out, rushing over to him. “Call
an ambulance!”

Dante waved his hand at Jade. “No, I’m
fine; it’s the new meds. Just take me home, that table did a Bruce Lee on my
head. It hurts like fuck now.” He reached out, needing help to get up.

Jade placed an arm around Dante, attempting
to lift him to his feet. “Help me, Llewellyn,” he said, grunting.

L stared at them, shaking her head. “I
can’t.”

“He’s too heavy; I can’t lift him by
myself.”

“I can’t,” she repeated, looking scared.

Dante waved a hand. “No worries, I can
do it.” He reached out and grabbed the table, pulling himself up as Jade
assisted him. He placed an arm around Jade’s shoulders and walked out of the
restaurant, feeling like he was going to fall asleep again. Jade had been
right, he shouldn’t have drunk that beer. The psychiatrist had told him the
meds reacted badly to alcohol, but it was just one pint, and he was thirsty.

He stumbled towards Jade’s Ferrari,
evening having turned to night. L pulled the back door open for him. Dante
crawled in and lay down on the seat, watching as Jade pushed his feet in and
shut the door. L climbed into the front passenger seat, while Jade ran back
inside. A minute later, he returned, getting behind the wheel, mumbling he had
to pay.

Jade fired up the Ferrari and pulled out
onto the road. “I’m sorry about the night, Llewellyn.”

“No, I should apologize,” L said. “I
should’ve helped you with Dante.”

“Don’t worry, I understand why you didn’t.”

Silence followed, Dante relieved,
because his head was pounding like a motherfucker, plus he was sure he had a lump
where the table had clipped his head.

Ten minutes later, Jade pulled into
their driveway. He got out and opened the back door, helping Dante out, while L
unlocked the house. Jade helped Dante inside and up the staircase to his room.
Dante flopped onto his bed, waving at Jade to go away, his eyes slowly closing.
He felt hands pull off his boots, then unzip his pants. He wanted to tell Jade
to stop, but he couldn’t move, his body feeling like lead.

Jade removed Dante’s leather pants, then
pulled a sheet over him. “Sleep it off, you’ll feel better in the morning,” he said,
giving Dante a kiss on the forehead.

Dante mumbled, “Go away,” although it
sounded more like ‘Gowgay’.

Jade smiled. “I’d love you to go gay,
but not when you’re inebriated. I care for you too much to take advantage of
you.” He kissed Dante’s forehead again, then left the room, closing the door
behind him. Dante drifted off to sleep, relieved he was alone.

11

Saul

Saul panted as he fucked Josie against
the toilet wall. Her tank top and bra were lifted up, revealing her large
breasts, while her short skirt was circling her waist and her knickers pushed
aside. His hands were on her arse, lifting her up and down his shaft, while she
mauled his face, the woman a messy kisser. Saul let her continue, the alcohol
in his system making him not care. He was more interested in the feel of her
tight pussy, which was gripping onto his cock perfectly.

A door banged on the other side of the
wall, signalling someone entering the restroom. Men started talking about a
rugby game. Saul continued fucking Josie, wondering how he’d gone from
protecting her to this.

Alcohol.

Josie had plied him with it, buying him
one drink after another. After a few too many, he’d excused himself, needing to
use the restroom. She’d followed him in, pushing him into the stall ... no,
he’d let her push him, because she was far too small to make him move even one
step. He also hadn’t had sex for a while, the last time a couple of months ago
with the crime boss’s wife, Talia also aggressive like Josie.

He pulled back from Josie’s kiss,
studying her face. Her red lipstick was smeared, while her eye-makeup was smudged,
giving her cute face a smouldering look. He could also see a touch of Beth in the
line of her nose, the tone of her hazel eyes, and her high-cheekbones. He knew
it was wrong to think of Beth while fucking Josie, but he couldn’t stop himself,
his desire for Beth making his cock even harder.

Josie tightened her legs around his
waist and grabbed his head, pressing her lips against his again. She started
making a high-pitched sound against them, giving Saul the impression she was
close to coming. The men outside the stall stopped talking, only Josie’s
stifled cries filling the restroom. Saul picked up speed, fucking her harder, banging
her against the wall, adding to the noise. It broke their kiss, Josie’s cries
now unfettered, each one growing higher and higher. The men on the other side
of the wall started sniggering, but Saul didn’t care. All he cared about was
coming, Josie’s tight pussy pure heaven. He felt a warmth spread down to his
cock, pushing it past its limits. A second later his cock started jerking
inside of her, his cum shooting into the condom, making him groan in ecstasy.

Josie held onto him as he came, digging
her nails into his already ruined back. Vicious scars were hidden under his
dress shirt, the woman not having a clue of his torturous past.

His cock twitched inside of her for the
last time, emptying his balls. Satiated, he pulled out of Josie and lowered her
to the floor, peeling the full condom from his cock. He dropped it into the
toilet and flushed it, while Josie fixed her bra. He ran a hand over her right
tit, giving the nipple a pinch.

Josie cried out. “Saul!” She smacked his
hand and continued to fix her bra. Her eyes went to his cock as she pulled her
top down. A smile formed across her lips. “You have one massive cock. Me likey,
very
much.” She went to her knees, taking hold of his shaft. She licked
up it, then wrapped her lips around the head, cleaning it. Saul groaned, wondering
if he could go for another round, but before he knew it, she’d pushed his cock
back inside his pants, zipping him up. “Gotta make sure it’s clean for later,”
she said, rising to her feet. “Cos I wanna enjoy you all night, big boy.”

She unlocked the door and stepped out of
the stall, stopping at the sight of two men standing by the urinals. They were
grinning wide at her. She took off for the exit, the door banging in her wake.

The men turned their attention to Saul
as he walked over to the sink. He washed his hands, not amused that they were staring
at him. “You got something to say?” he said, focusing on them.

“I’m surprised you didn’t snap that li’l
chica in two,” one of them said, the guy’s pants hanging halfway down his arse.
He looked young, late teens or early twenties, with a mouth too big for his spotty
face.

The other guy sniggered, his hair
greasier than a Sunday fry-up. “She wuz definitely a pocket fuck, cute as hell.
I’d give her a couple.”

Saul straightened to his full height,
all six-foot three. “A couple
what
?” he said, his tone a warning,
because he damn well knew what the greasy little bastard meant.

The guy took a step back, holding his
hands up. “Chill, dude, just congratulating you on nailing a li’l hottie. No
harm done.”

“As long as you don’t look at her like
she’s nothing but a fuck, because I break boys who do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, mate, hope your
missus isn’t offended.”

“She’s not my missus.” He turned for the
door.

“Then why get so mad at us?”

Saul turned back and stalked up to the
dreg, who quickly backed up, along with his friend. Saul stopped in front of
him, lowering his head so they were face to face. “Because if you treat women
like they’re only good for a fuck it’ll lead to nothing but pain and torment, for
both the woman and you. Don’t cross that line, it’s not worth it.” He turned
and stalked out of the restroom, wishing he could stop thinking about what he’d
done to Beth. It was doing his head in, fucking him over more than he wanted to
fuck her. He’d never been the type to treat women badly, in fact, he was
usually respectful, yet he’d still stepped over that line he’d advised the two
dregs not to. And even worse, he was probably going to upset Josie too, because
he knew, unlike Beth, the girl wanted him, while all he wanted was to forget
about her cousin.

His eyes moved around the pub, searching
for Josie and her group of friends, the women not where they’d been before the
fuck. The pub was packed, all the tables surrounded by beer-guzzling people,
along with the long line at the bar. A half-decent rock band was playing on a small
stage, with several women dancing in front of them—Josie’s friends. Saul’s gaze
swept the dance floor, spotting Josie at the edge, leaning against a table,
watching her friends shimmy in their tight dresses. One of them signalled for her
to join them, but she shook her head.

Saul headed for her. Josie looked up as
he drew closer, her expression still embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about those dregs,” he
said. “I set them straight.”

Her eyebrows lifted up. “What do ya
mean?”

“I told them not to disrespect you.”

“Why? What did they say?”

“They mentioned your size and that you
were a hottie, saying they wouldn’t mind having a go with you. I made them
apologise for it.”

She smiled. “They thought I wuz hot?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you
think I’m hot?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have fucked you
otherwise.”

She did a little shake, looking extremely
happy with his comment. Without a word, she took off for her friends. Saul
watched her, finding her reaction cute. Though, it reminded him of their age
gap, amping up his discomfort. He grabbed someone’s beer off the table and
skulled it, wishing he didn’t have a conscience, it forever tormenting him.

Josie returned a minute later, her hazel
eyes twinkling under the lights. “They didn’t believe me, so I told them if I
wuzn’t hot then how did I get you.” She grabbed his face and yanked his head
down to her level, giving him one of her sloppy kisses. She pulled back and
flicked her friends the finger, yelling, “See!”

Saul turned to the table and picked up
one of the shot glasses in the middle, again being reminded by how young she
was. He lifted up the glass. “Are these for us?”

“I bought them for you.” She grinned.
“Cos I wanna get you so drunk you won’t be able to leave my bed for days.”

He tipped the shot back, the liquid burning
his throat. He slammed the glass down on the table. “I hold my liquor well,” he
said, breathing out the burn, the shot damn good.

She propped herself up on a stool. “I
figured that, which is why I bought you a lot, big boy.”

Saul picked up another shot glass and skulled
it. A second later, he grabbed a third one, doing the same.

Josie giggled. “You sure like your
alcohol, Mr. Policeman.”

“Mr. Policeman?” he said, grabbing
another glass.

“Well, you are one.” She ran a hand over
his arm. “Are you enjoying the night?”

“Yes.” He knocked the drink back,
swallowing it down, a lovely haze finally settling in.

She let out a little giggle. “I’m happy
you’re happy.”

A burst of laughter came from the dance
floor, drawing his attention away from Josie. A few of Josie’s friends were talking,
throwing sexually charged glances his way, looking like they wanted to steal
him from her. His eyes moved back to Josie, wondering why she surrounded
herself with bitches, because he could smell nasty pussy a mile off ... and
hers wasn’t as strong as the scantily-clad women she was associating with.

“Where’d you meet your friends?” he
asked.

“A few from school, the rest from work.”

“Where do you work?”

“At an art gallery.” She wrinkled her
nose. “I’m not into art, Beth got me the job.”

Saul’s mind went to Josie’s cousin again,
Beth’s stunning face filling his mind. He grabbed another shot and tipped it
back, wanting to drown out her image.

Josie placed a hand on his as he lowered
the glass. “Take it easy, big boy, it’s not a race. We’ve got all night. You’re
not meant to drink them all at once.”

His eyes moved to her hand, then to her
face, seeing Beth instead of her. He blinked, Josie coming back into focus.

“Are you all right?” she asked, her face
now concerned.

“I’m fine,” he said, picking up someone’s
beer.

She grabbed his hand. “You naughty man,
that’s not yours, its Clara’s.” She extracted the glass from his hand and put
it back on the table. “I think you’ve had enough for the night, Mr. Lush. If
you keep goin’ this way, you’ll be lying on the pub floor, not in my bed, so let’s
go.”

He blinked, again seeing Beth. Without
thinking, he grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. She returned it,
reacting the way he’d fantasized, making him happy. After a minute, she pulled
back, causing his mood to plummet, Josie smiling at him instead of her cousin.

She reached out, wiping his lower lip.
“You’ve got a bit of my lippy on you.” Retracting her hand, she threaded her
fingers through his. “Let’s go, I want your lips on more than my mouth, big boy.”
She glanced back at her friends, yelling, “Catcha later,” then tugged him
through the crowded pub.

Saul allowed her to lead the way, his
mind hazy, her big boy comments no longer bothering him. He followed her out of
the pub, getting yanked to his car.

She held out her hand. “Keys.”

He handed them over and got into the front
passenger seat, closing his eyes as Josie leaned over him, clicking his
seatbelt on.

“Why did you come out with me, Saul? Cos
I don’t get men like you. I get the type in the restroom, the horrible ones who
think women are only good for the bedroom and kitchen. You’re too perfect for
me.”

He opened his eyes and looked up at her,
her red-brown hair bright under the street lamp’s light. “I’m not perfect,” he
said. “I’m worse than those men.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re a thousand times
better than those jerks.” She closed the door and got behind the wheel.

Saul
closed his eyes again, knowing she was wrong.

***

Saul
stumbled through the front door of Josie’s home. She steered him down the
hallway, laughing as he almost tripped over a rug.

“I thought you said you could hold your
liquor, big boy,” she said, righting him.

He placed a hand on her shoulder,
thinking she was as tiny as a sprite, her head not even coming up to his
shoulders.

She slipped an arm around his waist,
once again steering him down the hallway. They entered a small room, with
clothes strewn around it. He picked up a bra off the lampshade and placed it on
his head, laughing, feeling happy once more.

Shaking her head, Josie closed the
bedroom door. “It’s not that funny, though you do look adorable like that.”

He threw the bra at her and planted his
arse on the bed, flopping back onto the mattress. A sudden tiredness swamped
his mind. For a second he wondered why he felt so tired, then remembered all
the shots Josie had bought him, along with the beers he’d drunk earlier, Josie
plying him with copious amounts of alcohol ... and he’d let her, just wanting to
have one night where he could forget about everything. Things were starting to
pile up on him, one thing after another going wrong ... Beth ... Ant ... coming
home to an empty house ... his life in general. Not only that, he hadn’t liked returning
to the police station after being undercover for so long, the transition harder
than he’d expected. It made him feel dirty, like he didn’t deserve to be part
of the police force anymore, what he’d done undercover polluting his soul.