G-Men: The Series (31 page)

I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow Slate to taste
anything
until he told me what the hell was going on and I was certain that he was the ‘good guy’ in all of this, although I couldn’t see how
that
was possible.

I was determined to stay awake until he arrived. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand several times. I was listening to the Bose system that I’d turned down softly. It generally lulled me to sleep. Tonight, I had it on a classic rock station as I lay back against my soft, down pillows and waited for Slate.

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It read 1:16 a.m. I listened to the sounds of the Rolling Stones and the classic tune, ‘Gimme Shelter.’

It’s just a kiss away; it’s just a kiss away…

I drifted to sleep with the sound of those lyrics in my head. Then later, I felt my mattress sink down with the weight of someone else. I opened my eyes and willed that they adjust to the darkness, though I knew who it was.

I felt his presence right next to me. He said nothing, but he knew that I was awake. He molded himself next to me in my bed. He was dressed in black like some ‘summer’ Ninja: black wife beater shirt, black jeans and ever so quiet and panther-like in his movements.

I started to say something. It was if he could read my reaction before I had a chance to know how I would react.

His mouth covered mine, silencing me for the moment. No, this wasn’t going to work, Slate. I refused to melt to his kiss as his lips were on mine, working them with his expertise. His tongue invaded my mouth, exploring and tantalizing me, slowly and methodically wearing my resolve down to nothing.

I laced my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me, meeting his kisses with no reservation now, wanting him now more than ever. His kiss grew rougher. I felt his teeth tug at my bottom lip as he broke the moment. He pulled back, placing his hands on my shoulders so that he could study my face.

“So,
Samantha,
was everything you ever fucking told me a
lie
?”

His eyes were boring into mine with something akin to anger and irritation…neither of which I understood.

“I could ask you the
same
thing,
Eric.
”

He rose to a sitting position, pulling me up with him. He switched on the small lamp on my nightstand so that he could look at me in the light.

“I know why I wasn’t upfront with you. What’s your excuse, Mrs. Dennison?”

“Why don’t you go first, Slate? You still have me in the dark, clearly that’s to your advantage at the moment, but you’re on my turf now and I need some answers.”

He gazed at me with an intensity that gave me chills. I sensed he wanted to provide me with the answers I needed, but there was reluctance to do so.

“I’m not a biker,” he said, with a slow smile.

“That much I figured out on my own. What’s your involvement with my daughter? Were you trying to get back at me for something?”

He immediately pulled me against him. He was pissed.

“I didn’t even fucking know she was
your
daughter. The Intel I was provided said she was the daughter of Jack and Samantha Dennison. Besides that, what reason would I have for wanting revenge?”

“Then you must be working with the authorities,” I said, trying to put the scant information he’d already provided into some semblance of order. “Are you like an undercover cop or something?”

“Yeah, something
like
that,” he replied softly, brushing my hair back from my face. “I swear that in no way would I do anything to hurt Lindsey. In fact, I won’t be working at Banion any longer. My participation in this investigation will be changing soon. I told Lindsey this evening when she walked me out that I was returning early to West Lafayette to take a late summer class.”

“Then you must be investigating whatever it is that Jack’s involved with. You must think it involves Banion Pharmaceuticals, right? But how are the Outlaws tied into all of this?”

“Babe, I can’t tell you anything that could compromise this investigation. I just need to ask you right here and right now whether you’re involved in any way. If you tell me now, I can probably offer you some immunity from prosecution. But you have to be upfront with me. This is a one-time, get out of jail free pass, babe. It’s now or never.”

Now it was my turn to be pissed. How could he possibly think that I would participate in whatever it was Jack was doing?

“Slate,” I said, “I’m the one who took the financial records to a forensic accountant as soon as I knew something was wrong. I even talked to an investigator named Donovan and gave him access to everything. Jack has kept me in the dark most of our marriage, but I don’t think whatever he’s involved in has been going on for more than a year - two years tops. I guess if ignorance makes me an active participant in whatever his crimes turn out to be, then I’m guilty.”

“No, babe, ignorance under these circumstances, makes you
innocent
. I just had to ask. I thought maybe the reason you broke things off with me was because I
had
blown my cover,” he said chuckling. “Now I guess I have to face the cold truth that you simply broke things off.”

“I didn’t, Slate. Jack sent the text message. He was waiting for me when I got home from your place that last day we were… . . . together.”

“What - he came home unexpectedly?”

I nodded.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, his eyes getting darker.

“No, nothing like that,” I lied. “He had someone keeping an eye on me: his administrative assistant at Banion. Her name is Susan Reynard. She saw me dancing at Sharkey’s, and took a video for him. He threatened to show the video to my parents and to Lindsey. He found my phone in the nightstand. Somehow, though, he was under the impression that I was involved with Slash,” I said. “I didn’t tell him any different.”

I saw a look of recognition cross his face when I told him that. He graced me with a half-smile.

“What?”

“Garnet said there was a chick in the club asking questions about you named Susan. She’s the one who threw Slash’s name out there.”

At the mention of Garnet’s name, I immediately froze up. I recalled the day seeing Garnet on the staircase leading from his apartment, and then him following her down the steps and pulling her around to face him. He’d hugged her against him. It had been an intimate scene.

Slate noticed the change in my demeanor.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Slate. It just seems to me that it didn’t take you long to find a new fuck buddy, did it?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Diamond?”

He hadn’t called me that for a long time.

“I’m talking about seeing her leave your apartment one day a couple of months ago, seeing you go after her and pull her close to you in a hug. That’s what I’m talking about. I was parked across the street.”

He looked at me and saw that I was pissed. I was hurt by the thought that he’d so easily replaced me.

“It’s not what you think, babe. She’s nothing to me. She provided some inside information now and then, but that’s over now, too.”

“What do you mean ‘too’? So, you
were
fucking
her, right?”

I twisted away from him, scooting across the bed so that my back was to him.

“Hey,” he said, circling around the bed and coming to stand in front of me. He pulled me up so that I was now standing within inches of him.

“Garnet was nothing to me. She was an informant without knowing who I was. I played the part, Diamond. That’s part of the job.”

“Was I part of the job too, Slate?”

“Actually, no. You’re what they call an ‘impediment’ to the job. You distracted me. I fucked up a bit. I put myself at risk, along with the investigation, momentarily. I don’t usually do that. In fact, it was a first. Now, I’m tired of talking about it. That’s not why I’m here.”

“Why are you here?”

“Why do you think?”

“I think you’re freaking crazy if you think I’m going to
fuck
you, not knowing who you’ve been with since me. Forget it.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you, baby. I wouldn’t put you at risk that way. I wouldn’t put my baby at risk that way either.”

“I see,” I said, pushing away from him. “How are you so certain that this is your baby?”

I saw the spark ignite in those incredibly blue eyes. He cocked an eyebrow as he moved towards me with the grace and litheness of a panther. His arms pulled me into him, and his fingers lifted my chin so that I was now focused on his beautiful, perfect face.

“Because, baby, Jack Dennison’s medical records show that he had a vasectomy in 1999. I know damn well you haven’t been with anyone since me. That’s not your style.”

“Hah,” I laughed. “You thought I was trailer trash, Slate. How is it you’re suddenly an
expert
on my style?”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “Tell me I’m wrong about it then.”

I stared at him with his cocky look going on, his slight slouch with his thumbs hooked in his jean pockets, his lean, muscular body right there in front of me. I ached for him, but he’d not convinced me what his involvement had been with Garnet.

“You’re not wrong about it. The baby’s yours. But I’m still waiting for an answer as to what went on between you and Garnet.”

He rolled his eyes and looked away from me for a moment. That meant there
was
something. He raised his hand to his forehead, his thumb rubbing against an eyebrow.

“I never fucked Garnet. I haven’t fucked anyone since you. Garnet sucked me off a few times, and that was the extent of it.”

“Oh, my God,” I hissed, turning from him.

His arm reached out and gently hauled me back around. “Does it make it any less repulsive to know that I always thought about you when she did?” He gave me a cocky little smile and before I had a chance to answer, his lips came down on mine, kissing me with a passion that I’d missed these last couple of months.

As much as I was pissed about Garnet, I still couldn’t resist him. And at the moment, I didn’t want to resist him.

I laced my arms back around his neck, pulling his face down even closer to me. He lifted me up and placed me gently on my bed.

He pulled his shirt up over his head and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down and stepping out of them. Somehow, his boots were off and he was totally naked in seconds.

He straddled me, tugging my shorts down past my hips, maneuvering them off. He leaned down and helped me pull my camisole top off. His lips found mine again as he thoroughly kissed and explored my mouth with his tongue.

His hands fondled my breasts gently, bringing my nipples to erection. He lowered his face southward, kissing my neck, my shoulders and then finding his way to my breasts. He ravaged them with his mouth and tongue. His fingers massaged them roughly, his teeth capturing my nipples, inflicting just a hint of pain that turned to pleasure once he began suckling them.

His hand had moved to my baby bump. He was so gentle, lingering there to allow his fingers to trace the roundness. His mouth moved there. He tenderly kissed my stomach, his tongue rolling across it, sending shivers up my spine.

“When’s our baby due, Diamond?”

“December 7th,” I whispered huskily.

“And do we know yet whether we’re having a son or a daughter?” he continued, as his mouth was now sliding down to my extremely wet pussy…

“A boy,” I said, my voice now bordering a whimper as I waited for his tongue to arrive.

“Umm, excellent,” he whispered against me, as his tongue rolled around my clitoris. I was squirming in pleasure, whimpering in delight.

“You need to keep quiet when you come, baby. Can you do that?” he asked, continuing to administer exquisite pleasure to the sensitive folds of my sex.

“I’ll try,” I replied, now reaching the moaning phase of my response to him.

I felt his smile against the lips of my pussy. His fingers were inside of me, pressing all of the sensitive spots he knew so well.

“We can’t wake Lindsey or the rat bastard, baby. You’re going to have to be quiet when you come. I know how difficult that is for you. You like to scream things out…dirty things when you climax.”

I felt myself getting close, but he wasn’t inside of me yet and I knew that’s how we would reach our peak together.

“I know, baby. I know what you need,” he whispered hoarsely. “But I need to know that you’ll be a good girl and not scream. Do you promise?”

“I promise,” I said gritting my teeth, arching my back.

I heard him laugh quietly as he moved his face back to mine. His mouth was on mine. I could taste the salty sweetness of myself on his lips.

He drew himself up onto his knees, straddling me. I could see his impressive erection. The thought of Garnet sucking on it came to my mind. It was as if Slate could freaking read my mind.

“Stop it,” he said. “You need to quit thinking about what Garnet did to my cock. It was a release for me, baby. It had nothing at all to do with you. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my body aching for the fullness of him. I watched as he put his hand around his erection and hovered over me, ready to guide his cock into me.

“So, we won’t have any further discussions on the matter? You understand that I did what I had to do, right?”

I nodded again, tracing my lips with my tongue. He was watching me with his smoldering eyes; challenging me to make an issue of it, knowing full well he would withhold pleasuring me if I didn’t agree.

“Yes, Slate.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, guiding his cock into me with one quick thrust.

I moaned and his lips captured mine to silence me. My legs wrapped tightly around his hips. My toes dug into his firm, muscular ass. I kissed him fervently, my tongue exploring his mouth, whimpering softly against him.

His thrusts were deep. His penetration fulfilled my need for him. We rocked back and forth together, totally entwined within each other. He rotated his hips in a circular motion, making sure he hit my special spot that brought even louder whimpers from me.