134. Brutal Pleasure #2
I grab my phone, thinking Livy needs a ring, but am so curious about the messages that I oblige my curiosity.
George: What the fuck, man? You think I would send you that shit?
George: By the way, that’s me calm enough after seventy-two fucking hours to reach out.
George: Okay. It was a bit much, but you’re ghosting me over it?
George: Seriously, after all we’ve been through, *this* is how it ends?
George: Never in a million years would I think you’d cut me out over this. No words.
Me: Whoa. Back up. I wasn’t ghosting you. I was in rehab. And I’m not cutting you out. You’re a brother to me.
Me: It’s not unreasonable to assume that mail from your address came from you, by the way.
Me: In the early days, it probably saved my life, George. Why would I not assume my friend, who’d been a lifesaver in so many things, wasn’t being one again?
Me: I’m sorry. Things went to shit fast, and I did too.
Bubbles dance.
George: I was pissed.
Me: Was or are?
My phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Was. And I didn’t know the ins and outs. Exton never said.”
“He tends to be a man of few words,” I say and let myself out the doors onto the patio.
“Rehab? Like in the movies in an institution rehab?”
“Yeah, except the bougie kind with an organic chef and a personal trainer. And a hell of a confidentiality agreement.”
“Good, because Excel didn’t accept your walking away. They want to keep you. And not the rehab plan Emberleigh suggested, either. By the way, did she tell you they liked her idea so much they hired her? She’s seriously good.”
She is. “No, she didn’t. I’ll give her grief this weekend though, since she’ll be at the house.”
“Back to you, they want to maintain the partnership, though you won’t be front and center of their new campaign.”
“That’s good to hear. Will you set up a meeting with them in person if we can make it happen in the next couple of weeks? I have an idea that I think they’ll be interested in.”
“I will, but you know I’m not your agent anymore, right?”
“Are you willing to take on a consultant’s role with appropriate fees as I transition to average Joe?”
He barks a laugh. “Average Joe. At least your humor is still intact. You sound good, brother.”
“I feel good. Sorry for accusing you of being a really adept dealer. I should’ve known you aren’t that good.”
“Shut up. And apology accepted. I hope they catch the fucker who was doping you.”
“Working on it. That’s my next call. Talk soon?”
“Yeah. Have a great day.”
I disconnect and read through the thread Elias renamed Team Takedown within twenty-four hours of my arrival at Natomas Hills. It seems things are coming to a head everywhere.
Me: What do you need from me? What can I do?
Eli: Everything is in place. Exton got everything done before Willa delivered. Now it’s a matter for the alphabets. We should know soon, though.
Me: Why are you up at this hour?
Eli: Your sister has a ridiculous schedule.
Me: It runs in the family.
Exton: {pic attached}
Exton: The dude and I are up because he decided he doesn’t need sleep.
Me: I like the nightlife.
Eli: He likes to boogie?
Exton: No sleep + ear worm… Just you wait.
Me: I’ll believe it when I see it.
Exton: My buddy in DC says it could be as early as this weekend.
Me: Happy birthday to me!
Exton: See you Monday.
Eli: See you then.
I’m humming Alicia Bridges’ disco hit when the doors open and Livy walks out and climbs into my lap. She’s wearing my tee shirt from last night, and when I wrap my arms around her, I discover that’s all she’s wearing.
“Morning, Livy.”
“Morning, handsome.”
“Are you sore?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Your call, then, no sex or slow sex?”
“Is this normal for you?”
“I don’t know.” I lift one of her tits to my mouth and suck it through the shirt.
“How do you not know?”
“Well.” I drop one and toy with the other, holding her gaze. “I’ve never had anyone I couldn’t get enough of. Never ever felt someone bare. Never been in love before.”
I place a hand on her knee and then slide up, parting her legs as I go. She opens for me and allows me to find her clit and rub tight, slow circles there.
“Are you okay if this is our normal?” I dip my middle finger into her pussy and pull her wetness back to that tight bud of nerves.
She squeezes her eyes shut, but agrees.
“Fight for it. Come on my fingers.”
She throws her head back, and I swallow her screams as her wetness stains my pants.
“Pix?”
“Yeah?”
“Slow sex or no sex?”
“Sex, definitely sex.”
I tap her ass and she lifts for me enough that I can release my straining dick. “Climb on.”
“Here?”
“Oh yeah. You set the pace and you set the depth. I’ll try—and try is the operative word—not to take over.”
“Let’s see if you can keep your word on that.”
She straddles me and rolls her eyes back as my head notches into her pussy. “Oh God, you feel so good inside me. This will take me a minute, Layton.”
“You are good for my ego, woman. That’s for sure.” I start to chuckle, but the look on her face says she feels that in her core.
She pulls up and sinks back, taking more. Again and again, she works me into her tight channel, a vise around my dick.
When I’m fully seated, she moves her hands from my shoulders to my face, and instead of lifting, she rolls her hips, rippling that pussy around my cock.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
She sets a slow, easy rhythm that will do me in. I move my hands to her hips, but she tsks me away. “I set the depth. I set the rhythm. I set the speed. Remember?”