Chapter Twenty #8
My heart sank a little. I had really been looking forward to seeing them. Being away from the last ten days had been almost as hard as being away from Sal.
“Don't worry, caro. We'll call them home after we deal with this other stuff.”
I nodded absently and continued on into the house, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. “I'm going to go shower and change,” I told Sal. “I feel disgusting.”
Sitting in a jail cell had been revolting.
“Want me to come wash your hair for you?”
I grimaced as I glanced at Jerry and Detective Sparks. “No, we have guests.”
“Jerry knows his way around our place.” Sal leaned down and brushed his lips against my forehead. “Go jump in the shower. I'll be there in a few minutes.”
As much as I knew I should argue, I didn't want to. Having Sal wash my hair sounded like a slice of heaven on earth. I really just needed a few minutes to decompress. Despite my bouncy demeanor, my nerves were strung bow-string tight.
I ignored the others standing around in the entry and headed upstairs to the bedroom I hadn't seen in ten days. As I walked in and walked to the bathroom, I started stripping off my clothes. I realized in that instant how much I had missed being home and how stupid it had been to leave.
This was my safe place. This bedroom was the quiet place I shared with Sal, that we both came to at the end of the day to let our worries and stress wash away. It was the one place I could truly be myself. Why had I left?
I was obviously an idiot.
I dropped my clothes into the hamper and then turned the water on in the shower. As I waited for it to heat up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked just as bad as I felt. There was a large bruise on the side of my face, and one eye was swollen. It wasn't quite shut but close enough.
The bruises on my ribcage weren't much better. I vividly remembered getting kicked several times. I had tried curling up into a ball to protect my stomach. That had just earned me several kicks to the back.
I hoped that cop spent the rest of his life in jail.
Once the water was heated to my favorite temperature, I climbed into the shower stall. I groaned as the hot water cascaded down over me, partly because it felt so damn good but also because it hurt like hell.
There was just no winning.
I jumped when I felt hands land on my hips.
“It's just me, caro.”
Relief flooded me, making my knees go weak. “Sal.”
“Get your hair wet, baby.”
I turned into the shower spray and stuck my head under the water. Once I was all wet, I leaned back and wiped at my eyes. A moment later, Sal's fingers sank into my hair and began massaging the shampoo in.
Orgasmic bliss. It was the only way to describe what Sal was doing to me. I always believed he had strong nimble fingers, but this just proved it. Each stroke of his hands sent shudders of delight down my body.
“Okay, rinse.”
I stuck my head under the water spray again. Sal quickly moved his fingers through my hair, rinsing away all the shampoo.
“Need some help with that?” Sal asked once I was done.
I glanced back at Sal. “Huh?”
The instant Sal's fingers wrapped around my cock I knew what he was referring to. I just hadn't realized I had gotten hard. I moaned loudly when Sal tightened his hand and pumped it up and down a couple of times.
Sal's deep rumbling chuckle filled my ears. “I think I can do something about this.”
Oh god, yes, please.
Sal moved around me and then went down to his knees. Before he even took me into his mouth, I had trouble breathing. Anyone that had the chance to see Sal naked would have done the same. Watching the strong powerful man go down to his knees in front of me was like catching a glimpse of paradise.
Only I was this lucky.
Sal leaned down and swallowed my straining cock, wrapping his lips around the flared head. He licked those drops away before swallowing my length to the back of his throat.
I took a swift intake of air and then shuddered when Sal began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed as he moved my thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
My thighs tightened when Sal closed his lips completely around my cock and sucked me all the way down before pulling back again.
He licked a long path from the tip of my cock down to the root and then down just a bit further.
I grabbed a handful of his hair when he sucked one of my balls into his mouth.
My moans of pleasure were growing louder, higher.
Sal took me deeper, flattening his tongue as he slid my cock to the back of his mouth again and then took the heated flesh down his throat. He licked at my erection as he moved his head back.
He started to bob his head, sucking in his cheeks as he moved his lips up my cock. When my balls started to pull up tight to my body, Sal increased the speed of his movements, sucking my length down his throat faster and faster each time, hollowing his cheeks out as he moved back up to the tip.
The suction was insane...and oh, so right.
When my cock began to swell, Sal lowered his head, taking the entire thing into his mouth. As his throat massaged my length, I came hard, screaming Sal's name. Hot seed shot out of my cock and down Sal's throat in hot ribbons of release.
Sal let my softening cock slip from his mouth and then sat back. He caught me just as my legs gave out, cradling me in his arms. Chuckling, Sal ran his hand over my wet hair, stroking his fingers through it.
“What am I going to do with you, caro, huh?”
I smirked as I gazed up at the love of my life. “I have a few ideas.”
And Sal was involved in every damn one of them.
Sal chuckled again as he helped me to my feet and then held me until I was steady. “And I'll take you up on that just as soon as our guests leave.”
I groaned and dropped my head to the middle of Sal's chest. “I don't wanna.”
Sal's fingers moved through my hair as he stroked the back of my head. “I know, caro, but you have to. Detective Sparks needs to know you're not some crazy guy just hanging out in a drug house. He needs to know why you were really there.”
I tilted my head back so I could see Sal's face and then searched his copper-colored eyes. “You know I wasn't just hanging around, right?”
“I don't know exactly why you were there, but I don't doubt that you had a good reason.”
“I do.” I frowned. “I think.”
That part was kind of iffy.
Sal's dark eyebrows lifted. “You think?”
“That number I gave Marcus to call in case of emergency? It should have worked. I don't understand why it was disconnected. It shouldn't have been, and that worries me.”
“Worries you how?”
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. As I dried myself off, I tried to think about what was bothering me about all of this.
Sal walked out of the shower and grabbed his own towel but kept his eyes on me as he dried his body. “Lany?”
“Something feels off, and I can't quite put my finger on what it is. It didn't feel this way when I first agreed to take this job, but now…” I shook my head. “Something just isn't right.”
“You don't think it's the fact that the emergency number you were given has been disconnected?”
“I think that's part of it but not all of it.”
Sal frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest. I could tell from the way his eyebrows were pulled down low over his eyes that he was thinking hard.
“Maybe after I tell you what I've been up to, you can help me figure this out.”
Sal nodded before walking into the bedroom and over to his dresser to pull clean clothes out.
I followed him, going to my own dresser.
It felt good to put my own clothes on. I'd been wearing an outfit that had been given to me by the agent in charge of the case I was working on for the last ten days.
While they were similar to what I would wear—jeans and a shirt—they were not my clothes.
I liked my clothes.
“Ready?” Sal asked once we were both dressed.
I nodded, even if I felt hesitant about the conversation to come. Sal was going to be so pissed that I had agreed to do something like this without talking to him about it first. Uncle Jerry wasn't going to be much better. He might actually murder me.
I didn't even want to think about what Clarke would do. That man had shown his true colors, and I wasn't going to forgive him any time soon. I may be scatterbrained at times, and even clumsy, but it was never on purpose.
I hope he spent the next decade sleeping on the couch.
I took the hand Sal held out to me and then walked with him out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the stairs. I could hear voices coming from the living room as we descended the stairs. I expected it. I did not expect the extra guest we had.
“Supervisory Special Agent Dan Crenshaw.”
The older man smiled at me. “It's good to see you, Mr. Delvecchio, although you look a little less okay than the last time I saw you.”
“Lany, please.” While I had suggested someone call him, I hadn't really expected him to show up, and so quickly, too. “I had a little run-in with an overly aggressive police officer. It's nothing to worry about now.”
I took a seat on one of the couches and then cuddled into Sal's side when he sat down next to me. “Does everyone know everyone?”
That would help.
When everyone nodded, including Special Agent Crenshaw and Detective Sparks, I started talking. “The DEA went to Lyn about a case they needed his help on, but due to his current workload, he wasn't able to help them. He suggested me.”
“What did they need you to do?” Sal asked.
“They needed a computer expert to go undercover and work on a computer owned by a known drug dealer. The plan was to reroute his money to a DEA-created account so that he couldn't make and sell more drugs. They also needed me to try and track where the money was coming from.”
“Is that why you were working on a computer?” Detective Sparks asked.