Chapter 8 #3
Two minutes passed before I turned away from the door. I searched around, retrieved my gun from under a table, and jammed it in the pocket of my hoodie. I then snagged a couple of napkins, wiped my fingerprints from the Eagle and placed it in Frankie’s lifeless hand.
There were going to be repercussions if his body was left here. But first, I had to get Krew away from this place.
“You need to leave,” I said over my shoulder and scanned the diner for cameras… And there they were. Fuck .
“We need to get to Regi,” Krew demanded.
“First, I need you safe.” I fished out the truck keys out of my jean pocket. “Take the keys, and I’ll meet up with you at the Holiday Inn in Waukegan on Milwaukee.” I grabbed his wrist and put the keys in his hand.
“I’m not leaving you.” He shoved them back into my hand. “We go together or I stay and help.”
“Don’t be a stubborn ass. Take the keys and get the fuck out. I have a feeling if the waitress called the police?—”
“Forget it,” Krew growled out. “I’m not leaving you here to face this bullshit. Besides, we didn’t do anything wrong.”
A low hiss left my lips, and a moment later, sirens tore through the night air.
“Shit,” Krew muttered.
“Too late.” I grabbed him by the shirt and hauled ass around the counter. We headed toward the back of the diner, where the kitchen was located, and the greasy smell was the strongest.
The space was empty. I bet the waitress and the cook were far from here. Though, I couldn’t worry about them. My only concern was to get Krew out of the diner.
I pushed him out the back door, and we rounded the corner into the back alley just as red and blue lights reflected off the side of the building. “Jesus-fuck.”
We dropped down next to the green metal dumpsters as the cop cars zipped by.
“That was close,” Krew whispered.
“Too fucking close. But we’re not out of danger yet,” I said, taking off down the alley.
Krew matched my quick pace. As I turned left, so did he, and we were back on the same street as the diner, about a block from my truck and a block and a half from the restaurant.
From this distance, the street in front of the diner was lit up like a parade of flashing lights. Fortunately, it wasn’t quite dawn yet, so we moved under the cover of darkness toward the truck.
There was a slim chance we could go unnoticed. If we got caught, then we had to pretend ignorance to what had happened inside the diner.
“How good are your acting skills?” I turned to Krew, taking his hand and drawing him close.
“W-what?” His eyes were riveted to our clasped hands.
I’d caught him off guard. Good.
“Pretend we’re lovers. Put your arm around me, sweetheart.” I smiled, and he swallowed hard.
“Deck…” There was a heavy meaning behind my name. An unspoken desire we’d both been harboring. I saw it in his eyes when we reconnect in the alley. And again, in the diner, when he took my hand.
This close, I could see his blown-out pupils and hear the heavy breaths he was pulling in and out of his lungs. After a slight stumble in his steps, Krew wrapped his arm around me like I had demanded.
As we neared the back end of my vehicle, I saw two cops striding toward us.
I didn’t think, just whirled Krew around, pushing his back against the driver’s side of the truck.
Then I kissed him hard, like we were about to fuck right there out in the open.
I was sure Krew could feel the gun in my pocket, but he didn’t say anything.
Instead, Krew opened for me immediately, and the welcoming taste of his mouth was instantly intoxicating. Just like I remembered.
I tried to maintain some awareness of the police activity nearby, but that proved impossible with Krew’s luscious lips on mine. The world faded away until there was only Krew. Only him, and my sudden desperation to strip this man naked and fuck him until neither of us could walk.
As I ground my groin against his, I couldn’t miss that both our dicks were rock-hard.
Krew moaned and clamped his hand on my ass and pressed our cocks even tighter together. “Deck, I need this—need you,” he whispered in my mouth.
Jesus—the fucking rush. I wanted more too—demanded it from his mouth, from his body.
Krew pushed his left knee between my legs, and deepened the kiss. I groaned in response to his salacious assault on my senses, my body was ready to combust from my overpowering desire for him.
“For Christ sakes.” A voice behind me yanked me out of my lust-induced haze. Krew stiffened and pulled back slightly.
I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “Keep kissing me.”
“Tell them to do that somewhere else,” another person growled.
“Why me?” the first person whined.
“Because you’re closer. Now do it—we don’t have time for this bullshit. I have to go talk to the detective.”
“Jesus. Fine.”
A moment later, a strong tap on my shoulder had me releasing Krew. I reluctantly turned my head, purposefully keeping my body—and the gun in my pocket, pressed into Krew, and looked at a uniformed cop, who was far from comfortable.
The man was pissed off, and disgust was written all over his ugly mug at our very public display of affection. I hoped it was enough to sidetrack him from asking us questions about the diner.
“Unless you want to be in jail for public indecency, take your queer asses out of here,” the cop commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I uttered, and got into my vehicle. Krew went around to the passenger side, and did the same. Before the cop changed his mind, I started the truck and swung it around, heading in the opposite direction of the chaos at the diner.
I’d driven several blocks before I realized Krew was still breathing hard. I glanced his way, and he was so still, I wondered if he was going to be sick.
From kissing me?
“Krew?” I turned onto a side street, pulled over and shut off the engine. “What’s wrong?”
I could barely see his face. Without any street lights nearby, we were sitting in the dark.
“Krew,” I uttered again.
He turned and leaned toward me. His breathing was still heavy, but now I could see his eyes—and they were filled with the same desperate desire I was feeling.
As I was about to reach for him, his mouth slammed against mine as his fingers dug through my hair.
The pain on my scalp was a welcome pleasure, as was the press of his lips, his tongue invading my mouth.
I took what Krew was giving, and I gave it right back. Between our frenzied hands, we frantically undid our jeans, and untucked our cocks. My hand on his. His on mine. And never once did our mouths lose connection.
“Fuck,” I growled against his lips. The friction of his grip had me rocking my hips upward to meet his downward strokes. “So good.”
“Deck,” he groaned as he pulled away slightly and stared into my eyes. “I missed you so damn much.”
I tightened my grip on his cock. “Don’t stop stroking my dick.” My command was sharp, and I regretted my domineering tone until I looked into Krew’s eyes—the glazed lust in them conveyed he’d liked it.
Krew crashed our mouths together again, the kiss hard and drugging. He then pulled back, and focused on stroking my dick in earnest.
As his hand jacked me faster, the familiar pleasurable surge of electricity was building up in my balls and I was about to come. But I didn’t want to come alone.
“Deck, I need to taste you.”
My nuts instantly tightened and my gut constricted at his words. “Too late,” I hissed and came all over Krew’s hand. Not two seconds later, Krew grunted out my name, shuddered, and spilled his seed onto my hand.
As Krew’s eyes met mine, he lifted his hand to his mouth and ran his tongue over the milky fluid. Another shiver ran through my body as I watched him lap up every drop of my essence—and the need to taste my cum on his lips had my softening dick quickly getting hard again.
I lifted my hand and greedily licked up every drop of Krew’s spend before I leaned in and kissed him. The taste of our combined jizz when our tongues met only heightened my need to turn Krew around and fuck him until we couldn’t move.
He chuckled, which pulled me out of my lustful thoughts. Neither of us said a word as we sat there, in the dark, in the hushed quiet of the truck cab. The only sounds were our breathing, and the smell of sex in the air.
I absorbed the serenity of the moment, knowing words would only complicate things.
I then realized that Krew and I had always…
flowed, like the quiet water of a stream.
The same went for Regina, Krew, and I, when we used to be together.
As strange as that seemed, even back then, as kids, we worked. Until we didn’t.
In this moment was like the quiet before the storm. That was what I knew to be true. And I’d take every second in silence with Krew then the solitary life I’d been living.
In the peaceful interlude, so mesmerized by Krew, I savored the taste of us on my tongue. Then reality crashed down around me and the levity of what we just did sideswiped my brain.
“We can’t do that again, K,” I uttered, cutting off the near morsel of sadness that crept into my heart.
The blissfulness on his face disappeared in a blink. Krew’s eyes pinched, before he straightened in his seat and tucked his beautiful dick back into his jeans.
What I said was for his own good. I wasn’t worthy for anyone, and the sooner Krew got that through his thick head, the better. Furthermore, we had bigger issues to worry about, like the contracts on his and Regina’s heads.
Krew cleared his throat. “What that Jay guy said, how bad is our situation?”
I was surprised he didn’t respond to my comment about messing around again, and more than a little disappointed that Krew didn’t argue with me about it.
Move on. That is what you want.
I shook off that thought and any lingering desires, and answered him. “Pretty fucking bad. But I’m going to fix this, K. I promise you. And Regi…”
Krew rubbed the back of his neck. “How in the hell is Regi messed up in this?”
“Or you, for that matter. We need to find her and figure out why someone wants you two dead. Regi has to have the answers I need to fix this shit,” I say, tucking my limp dick back into my jeans. “Do you know where she might be? Where she lives?”
“No. Tonight was the first time I’d seen her—since the day I was arrested. Hell, Deck. What is going on?” Panic rose in his voice. Fear shadowed Krew’s eyes, for the girl we both were once in love with. “There has to be a mistake.”
“I don’t get it either, but I sure as hell am going to find out.” I grabbed my phone from the holder. Jay was right about one thing. Calling my handler was the only way to track down where Regina lived.
“Who are you calling?” Krew’s voice went an octave higher.
“Calm down. I know a person who can get the answers we need.” I said nothing else, as I tapped Sabrina’s number.
“Can you trust them?”
“Yeah. She’s my handler.”
“Your handler?” Krew’s brows rose high on his forehead. “Like she’s your babysitter or something?”
“No—and you can fuck off,” I growled. “Sabrina’s kind of a hitman PA.” I didn’t go into her back ground or detailed out what she did for me.
Out of all the black hackers out there, she was the best in the business. Sabrina could track down Regina for me in a hot second. And then I’d make sure Krew and Regina were safe before I went after the fuckers who put hits out on my friends.