Jack & Coke (The Uncertain Saints Book 2) (11 page)

I felt like he was delving inside my soul, and I exploded.

“Open your eyes,” he growled.

I slowly peeled them open as my pussy started to pulse around his massive length.

I gasped, and he continued to watch as my orgasm rolled through me.

Keeping me right there, in the that moment with him, as wave after waved poured through me.

“Goddammit you have the most perfect pussy,” he growled as he came, too.

I was fairly sure he held himself back until I came.

Was that normal for a man like Mig? I don’t know, but I wasn’t surprised.

He always seemed to have complete and utter control over his body.

He knew exactly what was going on the entire time, and once he knew I’d come, he let himself go, pouring himself inside me.

Pulse after pulse filled me up, and I found myself elated with the knowledge that he’d trusted me enough to let go.

I’d never experienced that feeling before in all my sexual encounters.

Although I’d been on birth control since I was sixteen, I’d never trusted anyone enough to allow them to go without a condom. Even my ex-husband.

And with Mig…I knew it was special.

He knew it was special, too.

“I’m on birth control,” I said into the silence of the room.

The only thing that disturbed the quiet was our breathing.

“I know. I saw it last night when you gave me that beach bag of yours,” he explained.

I snorted. “It’s not a beach bag. It’s a purse.”

He sighed, pulling back until he could see my face.

His hand around my chin and throat tightened, and then he pulled back all the way.

His cock dislodged from my ravaged pussy, and I groaned at the loss.

“Later,” he said, letting me go so I stood on my own two feet.

I nodded.

“You have to go talk to the police,” he said. “What they have to say to you is just routine. They’ll ask you about where you were last night. I can corroborate that.”

I blushed.

He snorted.

“You knew exactly what you were doing. Why be embarrassed about it now?” He teased.

I gathered my dress in my hands and walked awkwardly to the bathroom that was in the very back corner.

After cleaning myself up as best as I could, since sex without a condom is extremely messy, I walked into the backroom, and looked for my panties.

After five minutes of no luck, I walked back into the main room of Uncertain Pleasures, blushing immediately the moment all eyes turned to me.

Lenore and Griffin had knowing smiles on their faces.

The sheriffs, an older man that had to be about fifty or so and a younger guy that couldn’t be any more than twenty-one, looked to me in expectantly.

“You’re Mrs. Autrey?” The older one asked.

I shook my head.

“I don’t go by that name anymore. Now I go by Garcia,” I explained helpfully.

The older one nodded.

“I’m Officer Shields and this is Officer Thor,” he indicated the younger officer. “We have some questions about your ex-husband.”

“Your name’s Officer Thor?” I asked, a smile tilting up the corner of my mouth.

Officer Thor nodded.

“I am,” he confirmed.

He didn’t even smile, and I wondered if he got that a lot.

I wanted to pursue the topic, but I knew when one’s closed.

“What can I help you with?” I asked the two.

“Last night around seven p.m. there was a shooting at the mall,” Officer Shields explained. “Your husband was shot twice in the chest.”

I blinked. “He didn’t make it.”

“He did not,” Officer Shields confirmed. “Where were you last night?”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I was at Hail House until around eight in the evening. Then Mig picked me up and took me home,” I answered.

Officer Thor turned to Mig. “You can corroborate that?”

Mig nodded. “I can. I was with her from eight until a little after midnight.”

Both officers nodded.

“Do you know anybody that had a problem with your husband?” Officer Thor asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“My
ex
-husband had a lot of problems. He was awful at managing his money. He liked to pick up odd jobs, both illegal and legal. The easier they were to do, the better, since he wasn’t particularly fond of working,” I told them. “He was pretty good at getting himself into trouble, though.”

“That’s why you left him?” Officer Thor asked.

I blew out a steadying breath.

“No,” I said. “I left him because he liked to screw other women, especially in my bed.”

That shut Thor up.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, officers?” I asked. “I have a client coming in soon.”

I looked at my watch to see that if I hurried, I’d be able to get all set up before my client got there without being late.

This was a new client coming in, and I wanted to be ready for her when she got here so she’d come back again.

“Thank you for your time,” Officer Shields said congenially. “We might have other questions later, if that’s okay.”

I nodded. “That’s perfectly fine.”

They both nodded to the men and left, leaving me alone with three people staring at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked.

Mig smiled.

“Do you handle everyone that gets on your nerves like that?” He teased.

I smiled.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

Dildos are great, vibrators are fun.

But if you really want a good time,

nothing beats Mig’s tongue.

-Annie to Tasha

Annie

I didn’t see Mig that night.

Or the next night.

I did, however, have my babysitters.

This time it was Casten.

I didn’t know him as well.

“You look tense,” I said, looking over at him after he’d shimmied in his seat for the fourth time in less than ten minutes.

“Caught a right hook to the kidney, and my back’s been bothering me ever since,” he grumbled, rubbing his back with his hand.

I walked over to my table that I’d just cleaned after a visit and patted it.

“Come here and let me work out the knot,” I ordered.

He looked skeptical.

“What?” I asked when he didn’t move.

“I like my kidneys functioning. And if Mig comes in here and sees your hands on me, he’ll make sure they’re not,” he explained humorlessly.

I snorted and pulled out my phone, pulling up the number I’d snatched from Griffin’s phone.

Mig hadn’t given me his number, and I hadn’t thought to use it until now.

I didn’t want to come off as one of those nagging women.

So I’d tamped down my urges and left the phone out of my reach.

Now, though, seemed like an okay time to use it.

I quickly punched out a text and set it on the table.

Casten read the text, and snorted.

Me: Casten won’t let me touch him without your permission.

The phone chimed within thirty seconds.

Mig: That’s because he’s a smart man
. What’s wrong with him?

Me: His back hurts
. Will you let me massage him?

Mig: As long as you promise to return the favor…only
give me the sexier version later when I come to your house.

I smiled and showed him the text, and he got up, shucking his shirt off as he moved to the table.

I barely suppressed the breath of air that my lungs wanted to suck in.

Casten was scarred.

Badly.

My sister would go crazy over him.

She had a thing for wounded souls, and there was no way that with the scars marking his body, that Casten wasn’t a wounded soul.

“What happened?” I asked carefully, picking up a bottle of lotion.

Casten shot me a wary glance.

“Roadside bomb,” he answered shortly, laying onto his belly.

I walked up to the table and was just about to place my hands on Casten’s back, but he jackknifed up off the table.

“I changed my mind. I think he wasn’t being serious about allowing me to get a massage. I don’t want to die,” he said quickly.

“Fine,” I laughed, moving away from him. “I’ll just go play on Facebook while you sit there and hurt.”

Casten snorted and sat up, his face set in a grimace as he did.

I washed my hands free of lotion in the sink, then picked up my phone.

My eyes skimmed over the newsfeed, stopping on a picture of a Spanish hunk.

I don’t care who you are, if you see a sexy picture of a Spanish God on a newsfeed with the caption, ‘Don’t watch this at work’ as the heading, you’re gonna click on it.

I giggled when the man started to speak in Spanish.

I, of course, understood almost instantly what the video was about without even reading the article that was attached to it.

I wouldn’t say I was fluent in Spanish, even though both of my parents were.

But I knew the word for ‘condom.’ ‘sex-ed,’ ‘magnum,’ and ‘erection.’

I mean, didn’t most people?

So without knowing what the entire video was saying, I watched the sexy beast on the screen put on a condom, even though I wasn’t alone in the room.

“Jesus,” I breathed.

The man on the screen had a big dick.

I’m talking huge.

Although, Mig did, too.

Actually, Mig’s cock was probably the same size, if not a small bit larger.

So I watched, captivated, as the man squeezed the condom on over his erection, all the while it never occurred to me once that Casten would be fluent in Spanish and know exactly what was happening on the screen without seeing what was happening.

I watched it two times.

Mostly because I was fascinated with the fact that the guy would do that for a sex-ed class.

Could that be legal?

And would they show that in classrooms?

A noise from across the room had me looking up, not into one pair of amused eyes, but two.

My mouth formed an ‘O.’

“What?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Do you need me to show you how to put on a condom so you don’t have to watch a video?” Casten deadpanned.

Mig growled.

“No, she most certainly does not,” Mig hissed.

Casten snorted. “Then why does she need to watch a video on how to do it?
Twice
. Shouldn’t her
man
,” that part was said with a snide look in Mig’s direction. “Be showing her how to do it?”

Mig flipped Casten off.

And I blushed all the way to my roots.

It never occurred to me that I shouldn’t watch the video.

It was right there, waiting to be watched!

I mean, it wasn’t like I had gone to a porn site and watched a man jack off.

But as I listened to the two of them argue over Mig’s failure to educate me, I rolled my eyes.

Then I did what any red-blooded woman would do.

I watched it for a third time.

By the end of it, though, I had both men watching over my back.

“Good form,” Casten said.

Mig snorted.

“What is this?” He asked.

I shrugged, laughing when the guy pulled out a bottle of oil and rubbed it on his condom sheathed cock.

The condom disintegrated.

“Do people actually do that?” Casten asked.

“Apparently, or they wouldn’t be warning people not to do it,” Mig said dryly.

Once the video was over, I backed out of the video, and continued scrolling through my feed, suddenly very self-conscious.

I hadn’t seen Mig since we’d had sex and then he’d had to leave.

He hadn’t even called me.

So what was I?

A fuck buddy? A one-and-done?

A girlfriend?

Inquiring minds wanted to know!

“Alright, since you’re here, I’m going to go,” Casten said. “You gonna be there for dinner tonight?”

“We’ll be there,” Mig agreed quickly.

“We will?” I asked in alarm
. “Where are we going?”

I had plans!

Not ones that I couldn’t break, but I didn’t really want to!

“Party at the clubhouse,” Mig answered, looking at me questioningly.

Was I supposed to know about it?

“And?” I asked.

“And you’re going,” he ordered.

I snorted. “If you’d have asked me, I might’ve considered canceling the plans I have with my sister. But not if you’re just going to order me.”

Casten laughed all the way out of my shop.

Mig, however, wasn’t laughing.

His beautiful gray eyes looked even worse when they were mad, and I had the irrational urge to call him Thunder Cloud.

So I did.

“What’s your problem, my little Thunder Cloud?” I asked cheerily.

He took a step toward me, and I pushed back in my rolling chair, scooting about three feet back.

He snorted.

“Don’t call me your little Thunder Cloud,” he said, starting to stalk me now. “And you’re going with me.”

“But I promised my sister we’d do something together tonight. And I’ve canceled on her three times now. I can’t cancel,” I explained, circling around my massage table as fast as I could without tipping myself over onto the ground in a tangle of chair and limbs.

He sighed, as he stopped stalking me; I wasn’t going to let him get close to me until I’d had my say.

“Fine,” he said. “Bring her with you.”

I raised my brow at him.

“You want me to bring my innocent baby sister to a biker party?” I asked.

He grinned, taking a seat on the table.

One foot off the table, while the other was planted on the floor.

“I guess the real question is, do you want me, a newly single man, to be there by myself when you could be there with me?” He challenged.

I stood up and did my own bit of stalking, not stopping until I was inches away from his face.

“My sister’s twenty-five going on eighteen. She doesn’t know when to stop. She gets a wild hair up her ass to dye her hair, then she goes and dyes it fuckin’ tie dye,” I growled. “Do you really want to know what’ll happen with her at a biker party? She’ll fuck Casten, then wind up pregnant, and I’ll be babysitting every night because my sister’s still in nursing school.”