“All good?” Walker asked.
“Yeah. My bitches, though, all over me. I’m here to get a break. Got out, all three of them fell on my dick. They nearly killed me.”
This was bullshit. By Julius’s reports, all three gave superior head and one of them had awesome command of her kegel muscles. He’d served a nickel too and was just as ready as Walker to get himself some, and by some Walker meant as much as Julius could get.
No, Julius was here because he was checking on things that couldn’t be checked on over the phone, not to Julius’s satisfaction.
Walker didn’t call him on it. Instead, he finished his drink, twisted and set the cup on the railing away from him.
When he turned back, Julius was looking into the house. He felt Walker’s eyes and he looked to him.
“Okay, Walk…” he paused then said slow, “shee-it. What the f**k?”
Walker felt his lips twitch.
Then he told him, “Walked outta that hole straight to a miracle.”
“You can say that again, my man, f**k me. Believe in God but only ‘bout two hours ago met my first angel walkin’ on earth.”
“Lexie’s a lot of things, all of them good but don’t think God makes angels like that.”
Julius’s midnight face split into a huge, white smile.
“I like that,” he muttered.
“So do I. Wildcat,” Walker replied and Julius’s smile got bigger.
Then some of the white died before he remarked, “Good for you. Happy for you. You deserve a miracle.”
Walker didn’t respond.
Julius made an accurate guess. “This ain’t play.”
Walker shook his head.
Julius went on. “How long did it take you to maneuver that?”
“Too long, over a week.”
Julius blinked. “That it?”
“Felt like fifty years.”
Julius threw his head back and boomed with laughter. Walker grinned at him while he did.
Then, still chuckling, he caught Walker’s eyes. “Pretty pu**y, sweet pu**y, classy pu**y like that, ex-con, took you a week. Fuck me. I can work it, brother, but even me, it’d take at least a month.”
Walker didn’t reply.
Julius’s gaze went intense. “How real is this?”
“Real,” Walker answered firmly and Julius tipped up his chin.
“Real for her. That bitch in there is livin’ the dream. I knocked on the door, f**kin’ me, big black man, her a white woman in a sweet crib in the middle of f**kin’ nowhere in the goddamn mountains. She took one look at me when she opened the door, knew exactly who I was and the bitch flipped. Acted like I just got home from bein’ at war. She refused to call you, wanted me to be a surprise. Even made me go out and move my ride so you wouldn’t see it when you got home.”
No surprise. That was Lexie.
Julius carried on. “Spent two hours drinkin’ beer with her and listenin’ about all the shit you been doin’. She made it sound like, you got home from the gym, you’d do it flyin’ through the air.”