prior. Heavy breathing, husky moans, and fresh carnal desires ensued. She closed her eyes, every inch of her canvas ready, and felt the covers being flung about as he moved and shifted. She winced when he tugged on her like one would a rag doll, getting her to lie in the middle of the bed. Dragging his way down her body, he yanked her thighs apart, and the soft strands of his hair tickled her flesh.
He’s insatiable…
“I’m going to eat this fuckin’ pussy so good you’ll forget your name and address, and when I’m finished, you’re going to drop to your knees and suck my dick. And you won’t stop until you swallow every drop of my load.”
Radiating with need, she arched her back, needing him in the worst way.
Just as he curled his tongue along her bud, giving it a few good licks, a cellphone rang. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was shaken out of her horny daze. Was it his phone? Hers? He muttered something unintelligible under his breath as he crawled back up to the headboard and wrenched his phone off the dresser.
He sat up on his knees, the sheets bunched around his waist. “What the fuck is it?” The question rolled off his tongue, the anger coating each syllable. “Yeah… for that case, he said the bail should be continued, so… mmm hmmm… Okay, in the other case there’s an issue… See, I warned you about this, Tony. That’s why I gave you a good reference for the criminal attorney. If you’d done what I asked, he wouldn’t be in this boat.” Nixon sighed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, sitting there, swinging his feet, his back towards her. “What? That doesn’t make sense. Why in the fuck would he do that? … Tell him to keep his trap shut. He shouldn’t discuss the case with anyone in the first place…Yeah… Here’s what’s gonna happen Monday, okay?
“They’ll ask the witness to resume the stand, right? And then Kasey will be prepared… Well, if that’s true, then his attorney could ask for a continuance… Huh? Who said? What kinda crackerjack bullshit is that?! Once he admits guilt, Reece, the shit is over! It’s a wrap! …There’s no, ‘Psyche! Just kidding!’ There’s no coming back from that… But it’s the truth? Huh! Nobody gives a shit what the truth is, okay? They need someone to blame, even if it’s Mickey the fuckin’ Mouse. The question becomes, ‘Who stole the fuckin’ cheese?!’ Tellin’ them that Mickey is lactose intolerant, hates the color yellow, and wouldn’t dare do such a thing so he couldn’t do it is like sayin’ a serial killer who’s into strangulation and hates blood wouldn’t shoot someone in tha fuckin’ face if need be. Especially if they were on the verge of getting caught! Desperate times call for desperate measures… Huh? Get tha fuck outta here! I can’t believe you’re calling and telling me this shit, man.”
He looked briefly over his shoulder and winked at her, then blew her a kiss.
“Everyone wants revenge until it’s their loved one on the choppin’ block. Then it’s all, ‘Revenge is mine, thus said the Lord,’ and a buncha Hail Mary, full of grace… That… yes! Exactly. That is exactly right. He needs to fire this guy and call the lawyer I told you both to get before it’s too fuckin’ late. Real talk. He’s gonna get killed in the cross examination at this rate… He said what?! Who prepped him for this, anyway? Jackie Chiles from Seinfeld?! Ugh, man! You might have cause to move it to a mistrial. We’ll discuss this in the morning. I gotta go… Yeah… We can talk about this later… What now? Because I’m kinda busy right now… Doin’ what? Doin’ your wife, that’s what! Doesn’t matter what the hell I’m doin’, man. Come on, let’s go!”
She stifled a laugh as he snapped his fingers in aggravation. She let her head fall back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, feeling a sense of comfort as the man spoke of things she fully understood. He’s from my world, just like he said… A couple minutes later, he was off the phone and lying next to her, now both of them looking up at the ceiling. Quiet filled the room.
“A friend needing legal advice?” she cracked open the silence.
“Yes.”
“You get these calls often?”
“All the time.” He yawned and slid his arm beneath his head.
“Do you think you’re a