Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (61 page)

“Don’t worry about it. It’s actually quite simple to type in his name and search all the recordings we’ve collected so far.”

“I don’t think his name will come up, but I’m tracking down all leads.”

“Understandable,” he said, turning to the three computer monitors on his desk.

I watched as his fingers flew over the keyboard, tapping away. Occasionally, he moved one hand to the mouse to move the cursor on the screen.

“The wire has only been up about a week, so it shouldn’t take long to search. What’s the name?”

“Brent Stone.”

“Brent Stone,” he repeated, his fingers tapping keys.

He sat back and stared at the middle monitor. The progress meter jumped to forty-two percent complete almost immediately.

“Uh oh,” he said.

“What?”

“Well, I think we’re going to get a few hits.”

“Really?”

My heart beat a bit faster.

“Hold on a second.”

He moved the mouse.

“Yep. Here he is. They don’t mention his name, but one of the phones we’re watching called his number.”

The amount of information the government had access to scared me sometimes.

“Can I hear the conversation?”

“Sure, but it’s going to be two cases of beer,” he joked.

“If I get something here, I’ll buy you a case a week for the rest of the month.”

“Hey, wait a minute. It’s the twenty-third already.”

I smiled and winked at him.

“Hold on,” he said, moving the mouse again. “Here we go.”

I heard a voice I didn’t recognize. Then Brent said something. As I listened to their conversation, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, all competing for attention. At the end, I relaxed some as I heard Brent say he wasn’t interested then threatened the cartel guy.

“A guilty man working with the cartel wouldn’t be that foolish,” I said. “Right?”

John nodded his head, still staring at the screen.

“You want to hear it again? Or I can send a copy of the file to your phone.”

“Do that, please. I don’t think it’s going to turn into anything, but thanks.”

“No problem,” he said. “Anytime.”

“Good luck fishing this weekend. Have fun.”

He turned to me and smiled.

“Always. I’ll send that file before I leave. It will be encrypted, but…”

“I know how to open it,” I said, cutting him off. “Thanks again.”

I waved then turned and went back to my desk to think. Part of me wanted to go see Dad and smoke a big fat one with him, but I had to find out the truth. I’m lying to Brent about working for the DEA, and I’m lying to the DEA about Brent. Am I the worst person in the world?

TWENTY-THREE

Brent

Love Like Lasagna

I finally broke down and called her one afternoon, determined to convince her to come over for dinner. We needed to talk. She answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Brent.”

“What’s up? I haven’t heard from you since…”

“Yeah,” I interrupted. “Things have been busy for me.”

“Me too.”

“I wanted to invite you over for dinner. We should talk about what happened.”

“We should. I’ve been waiting for you to call.”

“What’s your favorite food? I’ll have Charles make it special for us.”

“I like lasagna, I guess, but…”

“Great. Charles makes the best lasagna.”

“I bet,” she said.

“Come on. Let me make it up to you. I’ve felt horrible.”

“Good. You should.” She paused. “I’ll come over.”

“Great…”

“Just to talk,” she said. “The other times were fine, but now…”

“I just want to see you,” I said honestly. “Talking is fine with me.”

“I’ll see you in about an hour.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

I disconnected the call, not wanting her to change her mind. While most women threw themselves at me, I had been finding it difficult to get Heidi off my mind. As I waited for her to arrive, I pulled out my vaporizer and took a few hits to relax.

* * *

An hour after she called, Keifer brought her up to the master bedroom where I sat on the balcony waiting for her. She stared directly into my eyes as I stood up and turned to face her.

“Thanks, Keifer,” I said. “You can take the rest of the night off.”

“Thanks, boss,” he said. “You have any more of that?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I’ll talk to you later.”

He walked out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“I love this balcony,” she said.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” I replied, wishing we could get the small talk out of the way.

“Are we eating up here?”

“We can if you want, but it’s going to take Charles another hour or so to finish everything. I thought we could talk first.”

“Fine,” she said. “I’m still a little mad at you.”

“Like I said that night, I got caught up in everything, and…”

I let my voice trail off.

“You just surprised me, that’s all. I’ve wanted to try that with the right person.”

“Don’t you think I’m the right person?

“I’m not sure,” she said, staring into my eyes as if she were searching for the truth. “You really upset me.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, hoping she believed me.

“It’s fine. Like I said, I can be kinky too.”

“Yeah?” I stood up. “What do you like?”

She did not look away as I stepped over to her and put my hand on our waist.

“Lots of things,” she said.

“We still have time before dinner. What can I do to make you feel good?”

Before she had a chance to answer, I bent forward and kissed her on the lips. Her hands wrapped around me, pulling me close as our lips and tongues danced together. I grabbed her left breast through her tee-shirt, squeezing it, wanting to see it. She pulled away slightly.

“Do you like the sixty-nine position?” she asked.

I nodded my head, the idea of tasting her pussy turning me on. She took my hand and led me back inside. Next to the bed, we undressed each other, kissing at every opportunity.

“Lay down on your back,” she said.

After one more kiss, I did as she suggested. She climbed onto the mattress after me. A moment later, she straddled my body with her pussy over my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted my head to run my tongue over her pink, sensitive lips.

She moaned, adjusting to get comfortable before lowering her pussy, giving me easier access. As I licked and feasted on her tender flesh, I felt her grab my cock with one of her hands. When she put her mouth over it, I went to town, tasting every inch of her flesh.

At the same time, I squeezed her luscious and thick ass cheeks. My cock stiffened in her mouth. She stopped sucking it and concentrated on rubbing her pussy against my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, giving her something to rub and grind against.

Her juices flowed down my face, turning me on even more. The taste of a woman drove me crazy. She got even wetter as her clitoris enlarged, letting me know she was getting closer. I slowed down, teasing her outer lips with swipes of my flat, broad tongue.

When she took my cock back into her mouth, I grunted, not sure if I would be able to last long. Her lips wrapped around my smooth shaft tightly as they worked themselves up and down. The friction felt wonderful as more blood flowed between my legs.

I scratched her back with my fingers, moving back down to her ass while continuing my tongue assault. She moaned, grinding that pussy against my face. The closer she got to orgasm, the more intensely she sucked my cock. If I sped up, she did the same.

Our sexual game continued for what seemed like forever as we both edged the other closer to orgasm, pulling back if either of us got too excited. My cock throbbed, so close to shooting its warm, wet and sticky load. Would she swallow? The thought almost made me pop.

“I’m close,” she whispered, still rubbing herself against my face.

“You taste so good,” I said between licks and kisses.

Our moans merged together in a symphony of sexual pleasure I never wanted to end. At the same time, the thought of exploding and release also sounded good. I moved my tongue faster, pressing down firmly as she moved her hips, grinding against me.

She came with her mouth still over my cock. As her body squirmed against me, her breasts pushing against my stomach, I passed the point of no return. My orgasm shook me violently as my warm, sticky seed filled her mouth. When my lips brushed against her pussy, she climbed off me.

“Now that was a bit kinky,” she said, laying down next to me.

“Communication is so important in a relationship. The more honest we are with each other, the better it’s going to be for us.”

She didn’t say anything. I craned my neck to look at her face.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“It looks like you have something on your mind. What is it?”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

I knew enough about her to guess she was lying to me, but I didn’t press the matter.

“You hungry? We should go eat.”

“Starving,” she said, her body relaxing.

After kissing her on the lips – a simple peck – we went downstairs to feast on the food Charles had prepared for us. She left right after dinner, which made me sad, but I thought we had made progress in whatever type of messed up relationship we had with each other.

TWENTY-FOUR

Brent

Cartels Have Cash

The next day, while I worked out the details for marketing the new Super Weed, my phone rang. I grabbed it, hoping to see Heidi’s name and smiling face. Instead, I only saw the word “restricted.” With a sigh, I answered and put the phone to my ear.

“Did I not make myself clear last time?” I asked.

“Calm down, Mr. Stone. There’s no hard feelings. I called to offer you a chance to change your mind. We’re talking about a lot of money for little work on your part.”

“As I said, I have plenty of money.”

“Not this kind of money. All your dreams can come true.”

I paused. The idea of even more wealth frightened me and attracted me at the same time.

“I’ll think about it, okay? Give me time.”

“Fine. We will give you another week or so, but if you don’t begin working with us before Cannabis Cup, we’re going to take you down and kill everyone you love. That’s a fact, Jack.”

I disconnected the call. Part of me wanted to call Heidi and let her know what was going on, but I resisted the urge, deciding to go see her father instead.

* * *

After Keifer parked in the driveway, I got out of the SUV and glanced up at the porch. I didn’t see her father rocking in his chair, so I headed around back to the greenhouse. I walked in and saw him standing next to his workbench, peering at a plant through a magnifying glass.

“We need to get you better equipment,” I said to get his attention.

He straightened up and smiled at me.

“Mr. Stone. How are you?”

“Call me Brent,” I said as I walked over. “I’m surprised to see you working. Did you get with the doctor I recommended?”

“I did. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Well, I just did, and I’m not taking it back.”

I smiled, liking the old man.

“I enjoy my work,” he said.

“How are the new plants doing? Have you broken the forty-two percent barrier?”

“Barely. The one I tested earlier showed forty-nine percent THC.”

“That’s incredible.” I shook my head. “How do you do it?”

“It’s a family secret.”

“With weed like that, I might ask to join your family.”

“My daughter needs a good man.”

Should I tell him we are seeing each other?

I decided against it.

“You have any samples?”

“Actually, I was about to fire up for the evening.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

He leaned over and picked up a tin box from the top of the workbench.

“Let’s go out to the fields. Grab a chair.”

I glanced to where he nodded his head, seeing two lawn chairs. After grabbing them, I followed him outside and to the left. The marijuana plants in his main field were large enough to block our view.