A Stainless Steel Cat (10 page)

"Do it, baby! Let me ride home with your cum up in MEEEE!!!! She screamed again as she felt him release his massive load in her hungry pussy. 'God, I love that feeling!' She thought as she felt his warmth spread through her pussy and womb.

As soon as he pulled his waning erection out, she pulled up her panties and jeans, then turned and dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth.

"Oh my God!" Royce exclaimed as she licked and sucked him clean of their combined juices.

Her tongue and lips made short work of their cum, and she put him back in his boxers before zipping him up again. She redid his button and rose to her feet, kissing him passionately.

Royce tasted their combination and it sent him out of his mind. He'd never tasted anything so erotic. Mostly her sweetness with a little of his saltiness, and he wanted her again right then and there.

"Mmmm, easy, Tiger. Let's get home first, and we can go all night long." She grinned as she put her helmet back on.

Royce took several deep breaths to clear his head, then put his own helmet on and once again mounted up. Tam mounted up behind him, and he started up the powerful L-Twin before heading back to L.A.

When they finally reached their apartment, they could barely keep their hands to themselves.

Once inside, they locked up and stripped down, leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom.

Camille Jenkins picked up her son Nathan from daycare and made her way back to her car. The 3 year old was tired from a long day of playing with his friends, and hugged his mom around her neck as she carried him.

"You're gettin' big, little man." She smiled at him, and he gave her a smile back as his eyelids got heavier.

"Wanna go see your Aunt Tam, sweety?" She asked as she set him in his car seat.

"Yeah mama!" He perked up at that, suddenly awake.

"You know you might have a new uncle soon, sweety!" Cammie told her son. She'd made it by as Jared Hartman's legal secretary, paid better than normal by Mr. Wolfe after her husband was killed in Afghanistan just before Nathan was born. She named him for his father, and just wished her husband could have been here to see him growing up.

She got in her car and called Tam. She picked up on the fourth ring.

"What?!" Tam said, out of breath.

"Whoa, girlfriend!" Cammie said, chuckling. It was fairly easy to discern what they'd been doing. "Tell Royce to holster his weapon, cuz I'm bringing Nate by for a visit. Ok?"

She heard the lovers laughing on the other side of the phone. "It's a damn good thing we've come already, bitch! Sure, bring the little man over."

"Yeah, yeah. Just rub my face in it." Cammie chuckled some more and shook her head. "We'll be right there. See ya later."

"Later, sis." Tam laughed and hung up.

"Ok, little man. Let's go see Aunty Tam!" She pulled out of the parking lot and aimed her car towards her sister's place.

"Your sister's timing COULD have been worse, baby." Royce smirked at her frustrated expression as they dressed.

"Hey, I still had three or four left in me, and I KNOW you have a few left in you too, studly." Tam mock snapped at him with an impish grin.

"Sure, but we can wait until after they leave to have some more fun. We can't fuck 24/7, you know... As much as I would love to with you." Royce came up and nuzzled her neck from behind as she slipped her red tank top on.

"Mmmmm, stop it, baby! I'm already gonna be horny as hell while they're here. No need to make it worse." Tam giggled, pushing him away halfheartedly.

"Ok, ok." He said, then pulled her in and kissed her softly. "Let's go meet the little man."

They heard the doorbell as they walked out into the living room. Tam answered the door, and her nephew literally jumped into her arms.

"AUNTY TAM!" He squealed out as he jumped on her, and she picked him up and hugged him tight.

"There's my little man!" She grinned as she held him, and Royce couldn't help but grin. He came forward and gave Cammie a hug, then looked at Nate.

"Hey, little guy." He smiled, and Nate gawked at his gray eyes and lightly tanned skin.

Then the toddler smiled and said "Unca?"

"Not yet, but maybe soon!" Cammie said, taking her son from her sister.

"Whoa, sis. Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Tam laughed, and Royce joined her. Cammie just smirked and shook her head.

"Hi, buddy. I'm Royce." He said, waving like a little kid to his girlfriend's nephew.

"Hi Unca Royce!" Nate said innocently.

Royce just smiled, and that smile turned into a grin as Nate grinned back, showing off his baby teeth.

"Hey now. No Unca yet, little man." Tam said with affection to her nephew. "Royce is in the running, though." She winked at her Man, and he blushed dark crimson.

"Ok, well, are you going to invite us in to dinner or what?" Cammie asked with her son back in her arms and her smirk firmly in place.

Two weeks passed uneventfully, and Tam moved in with Royce full time. Her lease was up, so Royce had the Manager add her name to his lease. He traded up for a two bedroom apartment and his lease was adjusted. They said they were doing it to save money, but the Apartment Manager just smirked and gave them the keys to their new place. While it was more expensive than a one bedroom, it was cheaper for them to live together. It didn't take long to move all their belongings, but it had taken a bit for Royce to spackle and paint over his old hiding spot in the wall of his closet. As soon as they moved into their new place, he made a new hiding spot in his closet there, and put his work clothes and files inside.

He still hadn't decided on what to do with the files from the State Senator's office, but Lisa Keen had yet to report the theft to the cops. Something was holding him back on a subconscious level. He went over the files with Tam and asked her opinion.

"Just send them to the cops, baby." Tam shrugged. "I don't know why you're even considering other options."

"I'm not sure." He replied. "I mean, she actually does some good in the community, from what I've seen on the News and read in the paper. These files could send her away for ten years, if this shit is true, not to mention ruin her career."

"Baby, ALL politicians are corrupt to one degree or another. I mean, look at all this! She made deals with street gangs to 'clean up the neighborhoods' she wanted to renovate. She had 50K in Runnin' Money along with all these fake ID's and Passports...." Tam's voice trailed off as she focused on a Passport photo and really looked hard at it.

Having seen Senator Keen on TV, she knew that the woman had natural dark brown hair. She looked at Royce's hair. It was a very similar shade to Lisa Keen's natural locks. But her eyes were what captured Tam's attention more than the blonde wig Lisa wore in the photos on her fake Driver's License and Passports.

Senator Lisa Keen had steel gray eyes. "Royce." Tam said in a dazed whisper.

"What is it, Sweetheart?" He asked, looking at her. From the look on her face, she looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

"Look at her eyes, baby." She pointed out the eyes in the photo ID.

Royce really looked for the first time, and he was completely stunned. "Do you think she could be..." He couldn't finish the sentence. His mother? No way. She couldn't be! Could she?

Royce reviewed what he knew about California State Senator Lisa Keen. She was 35 years old with a husband, Jeremy Keen, 37, twin daughters, Jennifer and Jessica, age 17, and a son, Leonard, age 15. If she was his mother, she'd had him when she was 17. He knew she came from money. Her maiden name was Carter, and her father Harold Carter had made a killing in textiles back in the day. He was a self-made man, and his daughter had inherited a fortune when he'd passed away five years ago.

She had married young, at 18, to Jeremy Keen, and had a Bachelor's Degree in Social Work from USC, in spite of her twin daughters being born less than a year after she was married. She was a dyed in the wool Democrat, and had always fought for the little guy.

"I've seen her before." Royce whispered. "She was in Sacramento ten years ago, back when she was a social worker, and gave a speech about the importance of adoption. There were twenty of us from the orphanage there, and she pointed us out as good kids who needed good homes."

"Baby, look at me." She reached over and tilted his chin up until he was looking into her beautiful light brown eyes. "You need to meet her. Talk to her. She could be your mother."

Royce chuckled ruefully. "Sweetheart, this was the absolute last thing I expected. All my life, I pictured some crack whore for a mother who left me on the Cathedral steps because she couldn't take care of me. I could have predicted you and I falling in love before I could have predicted my birth mother being a California State Senator."

Tam smiled at that. She couldn't have predicted them falling in love either, but it had happened, and she had never been happier. "I know, baby."

It didn't even bother Tam that she was four years older than her boyfriend. He had grown up fast in that orphanage, and sometimes she had to remind herself that he was in fact younger than her.

"You know what? Let me check something." Royce smiled and went into the bedroom.

He checked in his hiding spot, and found the small box he'd kept since the day he was found. He opened it, and removed the old keychain with the faded Rolls Royce logo on it. He smiled and took it out with him to the table.

"What's that?" Tam asked when she saw him twirling it around a finger.

"This, Sweetheart, is just the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king... or in this case, the State Senator." He sat down and tossed the old battered keychain on the table in front of her.

"Hamlet, huh? I didn't figure you for the literary type." Tam smirked, but looked at him with new respect.

"With apologies to William Shakespeare for butchering the line. There's a bit more to me than I let on, sometimes." Royce smirked back, causing Tam to laugh.

"Is this the keychain that earned you your last name?" Tam asked, turning it over in her hand.

"Yeah." He replied. "I'm going to see her in the morning."

"Why, baby?" She asked, looking at him. "What questions are you going to ask her, and do you believe she'll give you straight answers?"

"Just one question, Baby Girl. 'Why?'" He smiled at her and squeezed her hand as he gently took the keychain from her with the other hand.

"But do you think she'll give you a straight answer?" She asked again.

"I think she'll have no choice, if I threaten to expose her to the News stations. If I were to demand a DNA test, I look enough like her to cause suspicion at the very least." He smiled grimly, already envisioning the confrontation.

"You have a devious mind, Shiloh Royce." Tam giggled. "Now, honey, it's late. Why don't we go to bed and you can make love to me?"

"Mmhmm!" Royce agreed. "I love you, Sexy Lady."

"I love you too, baby. I thought you'd see it my way." She grinned and got up, leading Royce back to the bedroom, her sexy bubble butt swaying seductively in front of him.

Lisa Keen sat behind her desk, checking the police report again from the break-in two weeks ago when she'd been in Sacramento. She left out the little details of what had been stolen from her safe. The only trace he'd been there had been the slight scratch marks around the lock from the lockpicks he'd used. 'It's the Steel Cat. It has to be!' She thought, shaking her head. She reached into her desk drawer and grabbed the industrial sized bottle of Bayer aspirin. She popped five of them, and gulped them down with a drink of water.

"I'm sorry, sir. The Senator isn't accepting visitors today." Her receptionist, Cynthia, said to whoever had just entered her antechamber.

"She'll see me. Trust me on this." A male voice said, and then he barged into her office without knocking.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my office?" Lisa snapped as she stood up. She glared into his steel gray eyes, as he glared into hers.

"Send your receptionist to lunch, Senator. We need to talk." He said calmly, but with a cold edge to his voice.

Lisa stood straighter. "Why do we need to talk?" She asked archly, raising one eyebrow.

The young man in front of her reached into his pocket and pulled out a small keychain, tossing it on her desk.

All of the fight went out of her as she looked from the keychain to the ghost standing in front of her. Her face held a look of utter shock as she sat down heavily in her chair, and her breathing quickly became ragged.

"D...David." She whispered.

"Who's David, Senator?" He asked coldly, leaning on her desk and piercing her with his steel gaze.

"David William Carter... my son." She whispered his full name, and it was Royce's turn to lose his equilibrium. He managed to land in a chair and just stared at her.

"Mom?" He asked in a low voice.

Lisa looked at him. Gone was his hard look. He was now a scared little boy finding out his mother had betrayed him, and it broke her heart. She stood up slowly and walked around her desk to kneel in front of the chair he slumped in. She took him in her arms and held him tight, like a mother should.

"Oh God, David... I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"My name is Royce, mom." He said softly. "Why?" He asked at length even as he hugged her back.

"It's complicated... Royce." She said just as softly, straining to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

"I have all day." He said with a wry smile as he pulled back from the hug and looked her in the eyes.

"Ok." She smiled back at him. Of all the scenarios she had envisioned if her son ever found her, this wasn't even on the list. She stood and went back around her desk. She pushed her intercom button to her receptionist in the other room. "Cynthia, go ahead and take off for the day. Clear my schedule."

"Err. Yes, Mrs. Keen." Cynthia said, and did as she had been ordered.

"Now, where were we?" Lisa said as she looked at her son.

"Why you left me on the Cathedral steps with that keychain." He reminded her. His tone of voice was wondering now. She recognized the hurt he was feeling. She had seen it all too often.