CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Reynolds
The weeks went by. I was exhausted. I’d been working so hard, trying to get the special task force between the different police departments in West Bay established before the end of my first term in office.
It could be my last.
I couldn’t believe how well Jasper Hill was doing in the polls. I was still doing well, too, but this was different. In the past, I’d had no real challenger. Now, with Thaddeus Clammett’s money behind him, Jasper was a force to be reckoned with.
And I hated it. I wanted to spend my days working on issues that needed tending to in order to make West Bay the city I knew it could be. I felt like spending time trying to get re-elected was a waste of effort and money.
I knew it wasn’t. If I didn’t get re-elected, I couldn’t do anything to usher West Bay into the next era of growth and change. But it still felt wasteful.
I sighed.
“What’s up, Reynolds?” Byron asked, his sunglasses on me in the rearview mirror.
“Nothing. It just feels ridiculous spending all this time on the election when I could be doing things to make a difference around here.”
He was quiet for a minute, and I watched the building go by outside the window of the Rolls. “You know that’s not true, though, right? This town needs you, man. If you’re not elected, I
don’t even want to think of what Jasper Hill could do to ruin the changes you’ve already put into place.
You just have to play the game, Reynolds.
If you stay in politics, you’re going to have to be as good at this part of being a mayor as you are at the rest of it.
” He gave me a quick grin. “And I’m a little extra invested in all of this. You know that, right?”
I turned to look at him. “I can’t see you when you’re behind those mirrored lenses, Byron.”
“Yeah, well, it’s sunny as hell. Not taking them off.”
“Fair enough. Now what do you mean, you’re extra invested? Is it just because we’re friends?”
“Nope. I’m out of a job if you don’t win.”
Shit. I hadn’t even considered that. I guess I’d gotten so used to my friend being in West Bay that I’d just grown comfortable thinking he’d always be here. “Damn, son.” I sat up straighter. “I’m a selfish bastard.”
He laughed. “Just a little. Seriously, though. I need you to fucking win. I like it here. I want to stick around. My dad’s got plenty of other accounts he’s ready to assign to me if you lose.”
Damn. I guess Byron’s dad wasn’t a fan.
“I know what you’re thinking, Reynolds. Dad likes you fine. He’s just practical, that’s all.”
I nodded, trying to play it cool like it hadn’t hurt my feelings to think that Byron’s dad didn’t like me.
“What about Natasha?”
He looked away. “Ah. I didn’t want to burden you with this while you were going through a work crisis, but… we broke up.”
My mouth dropped open. “What the fuck? I thought you two were going to get married,” I blurted.
“Yeah. Me too.”
I winced. “Sorry. What happened? If you want to talk about it.”
“It’s fine. I just found myself with, um, feelings for someone else.”
“Someone else?” I wracked my brain. The only person Byron had ever really shown interest in besides Natasha had been Carmen Salazar.
But that was when we were back in high school and he’d stared longingly at her while she ignored him completely.
She was a couple of years older, after all, and that age difference mattered when you were in your teen years.
Surely he didn’t still have a crush on her.
Except… he still liked to watch when Carmen was in one of the viewing rooms at Cayenne.
He didn’t think I knew, but the only times he’d ever come inside was when I’d mentioned, casually, that all the Salazars were at Cayenne that night.
Even Carmen. Then he’d conveniently only be interested in whatever she was doing.
Hmm. Plus, there had been a couple of times at society functions when I could have sworn his eyes were on her.
If I were a betting man, which I wasn’t since I couldn’t imagine taking risks like that, I would put money down that the woman Byron was interested in Carmen. I tuned back into what he was saying.
“Yes. And I couldn’t continue things with Natasha if I couldn’t be completely devoted to her. She deserves better than that.”
Wow. I looked out the window again. “This is a shock. I know I’m not saying the right things. I just…”
“It’s fine, Reynolds. Just let it go for now, okay? I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it after all.” He must’ve known he sounded harsh. “But when I do, you know you’re the first person I’ll talk to, right?”
“Well, I know I suck at this, but I’m here whenever you need to get things off your chest.”
“Noted. Thanks, man. Now let’s change the subject.”
It’s always hardest to think of another subject when someone asks you to talk about something else. I wracked my brain for a bit before falling back on sports. “So… the Braves are doing great so far.”
“I think they’ve got what it takes this year,” he agreed, a relieved smile on his face. “I really do.”
We spent the rest of the trip to Salazar Heights discussing Braves baseball and how far we thought they might go in the postseason. Byron might not have been from Georgia, but he was from Virginia and almost anyone from the South pulled for the Braves. It was an easy topic.
***
I unbuttoned my jacket and loosened my tie in the elevator.
I found myself starting to relax the closer I got to Nadine’s condo.
I frowned. She was the best part of my life right now.
In fact, if I didn’t have to keep up the sham relationship with Whitney for the public, I would never spend time anywhere else outside of the office.
That probably wasn’t good considering our contract was up in early December.
It was September now, and despite what I’d told her about spending the night here, I’d snuck around and done it some, anyway.
Again. I spent most nights either at Whitney’s, which I hated, or the Mayor’s Mansion.
But every now and then I’d crash here with Nadine.
She was the human equivalent of Viagra to me. I wanted her all the time, and I was insatiable when it came to fucking her. I had more stamina and quicker recovery with her than I’d ever even dreamed of having before. And I’d always considered myself to be great in both departments.
I blew out a breath as the doors opened, and I stepped out onto her floor. I walked to the door, hovered my key card over the electronic lock, and walked in.
And there she stood.
My mouth dropped open. She was wearing the smallest cheerleading uniform I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Fuck.
My eyes ate her up from her big, teased hair, over her curvy body, and down her long, toned legs.
Her tits were pushed up by the tiny crop top style shirt she had on.
They were already nice and big, but now?
They looked huge. My mouth was watering.
Her abdomen was showing, and her skirt started right at her hip bones and was barely long enough to cover her pussy.
“Are you the new quarterback?” She asked, sticking her chest out a bit as she walked over to me and trailed a finger down my chest. “The coach sent me to make sure you’re…
” she dropped her eyes to my crotch, where my dick was already about to burst out of my pants, “taken care of.” She smiled in an extra sexy way.
I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. I wasn’t a fan of the whole role playing thing before her, but I fucking loved it now.
She stepped closer, letting her breasts rub against my chest, and whispered in my ear. “Is there anything you need? Anything at all?”
I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her against me. “I can think of a few things, baby.” I slammed my mouth to hers, kissing her like we’d been apart for weeks instead of hours.
She giggled when she pulled back. “I can, too.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaped into my arms. Her legs went around my waist, and I walked her against the closest wall to get a better grip on her ass.
I kissed down her neck and was headed towards her cleavage, when she spoke.
“Coach told me I should meet all your needs.” She pointed to the couch. “Why don’t we get a little more comfy?”
I felt dazed as I looked into her pretty brown eyes. “Sure, honey.” I kissed her one more time, biting and pulling on her lower lip, before I put her down. She grabbed my tie, pulling me towards the couch.
She pushed me down and was unbuckling my belt before I could even think. She unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and stared at it.
“Is that for me?” She batted her eyelashes at me with fake innocence. A slow smile spread across my face. She might not have been able to pull off a French accent when she wore the maid uniform, but her deep Southern drawl went amazingly well with the slutty cheer uniform.
“I think you know it is, honey,” I said, leaning back and letting her take charge. She seemed like she had a plan.
She reached into her uniform top and pulled out a condom. “Here you go, baby.” She gripped me, and I groaned. “Put this on.”
I took it from her and rolled it down my length. “Take your top off.”
She pretended to look shocked. “Oh, I don’t know. Should we do that?”
I laughed. “My dick’s out and covered. I think you can show me your tits. Besides,” I said trying to get in character even though I felt more than a little awkward, “didn’t Coach say to make me happy?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Well, I guess so.” She worked some kind of magic and her top dropped off her. Her beautiful breasts bounced and swayed as she flung her top behind the couch. “Like what you see?”
“Fuck, yes.” I pulled her towards me and she straddled me, one knee on either side of my hips. I sat forward until I was eye level with her tits. I traced my tongue around her nipple before sucking it into my mouth while I cupped her other breast in my hand. Then I switched.
“Mmm,” she moaned, arching her back. If possible, the sound made me even harder. I pulled back.
“I’m going to need to fuck you, angel. Bring that pussy closer.
” I took her by the waist and pulled her over me.
I reached under her skirt and realized she wasn’t wearing underwear.
My eyes shot to hers. “Damn, honey. What are you trying to do to me?” I trailed my fingers through her seam.
She was dripping. I pushed two fingers inside her.
“Oh,” she arched harder, pushing her tits in my face. I sucked one nipple while I pinched the other.
Before I realized what she was doing, she angled herself over me and sunk down on my dick, taking all of me. She sat flush against me and rocked with my cock deep inside her. She gasped as she gripped my shoulders.
I couldn’t even focus, I just lay my head back against the couch and forced myself to keep from grabbing her waist and holding her while I fucked up into her. Instead, I kept my hips still. She seemed to have an agenda, and I was going to let her go with it.
At least for as long as I could hold myself back.
Using both her strong thighs and pushing off my shoulders, she lifted herself up my length slowly, the tight, velvet heat of her cunt almost too much for me.
I gripped the couch cushion to keep from trying to take over.
Then she lowered herself in a controlled, slow, way until she took me to my hilt.
Then she rocked again, rubbing her clit against me.
I watched her, her chest heaving as her breathing intensified, her eyes hooded and dark as they looked at me, her mouth open, lips glistening.
She kept going, her pace staying the same. It was deliciously, infuriatingly slow and controlled, and I felt like I was going out of my mind with the need to take her hard and fast.
“Nadine,” I begged. “Please.”
She grinned at me. “Look at us.” She lifted her skirt, and I watched as her pussy took my cock repeatedly as she rode me. I was mesmerized. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I watched, and it seemed like I could feel it even better as I saw it happening.
I looked back up at her, holding her eyes with mine as I grabbed her by the waist, hard, and held her still. Her eyes widened as I took over, lifting her up and down on my cock. I moved her faster and dropped her harder as I thrust into her.
“Oh!” She threw her head back and opened her mouth in ecstasy as she let me take the reins. “That feels so good,” she moaned.
I moved her faster, my eyes bouncing between her eyes and her tits. I wanted this feeling to last forever, but I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm approaching. I wanted her to come first, though.
“Are you close, honey?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded.
I dropped her down my length. “Take what you need,” I said and lifted her skirt so I could watch her grind against me as she rocked.
“I’m so full,” she moaned. “You’re so big.”
I reached for her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples. “Oh God!” She screamed and tossed her head back. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock.
“Fuck, Nadine,” I yelled, picking her back up and sliding her up and down my length as fast as I could.
She continued to milk me as she came and came, our movements prolonging each other’s orgasms until we were gasping for breath, and she fell forwards into my arms. I held her like that, with us still connected for a long time before pulling out and going to clean up.
When I came back, she’d cleaned herself up some, too, and had her uniform top back on. “Hey, there,” she grinned. “Coach said I’m supposed to stay with you until you’re satisfied.”
“Oh, angel,” I pulled her into my arms, kissing her. “I might never be satisfied. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.”
As I said the words, I heard the truth in them.
Nadine was becoming a drug to me. A drug I had no desire to quit.