Rod (19 page)

“You think Lester Samson is involved in
Sasha’s disappearance, but why?” He presses.

“I know that you said Lester is a good guy
and all that, but I feel there is something deeper going on with that.
 
Firstly, where did you say you got your
information from when it comes to Lester?”

“My father told me about him a long time
ago, before I even met you,” he says.

“Ahh, I
gotcha
,”
I say.
 
“I was just curious because the
Lester I met gave off some pretty creepy vibes.”

“I can assure you that he’s not some
cold-hearted monster,” he says with a smile.

“You know what?
 
I hope you’re right, but I have this sinking
feeling that something is up with this guy.”

“Then we will check him out.
 
When do you want to head out to his place?”

“Dad says we should go in the
morning.
 
It’s too late now.”

“Got it, we can leave first thing.
 
Did anything else come up?”
 
he
asks.

“Yeah, I also suspect that somehow Boris
and Ken are involved,” I say.

“Wow, they’re in deep, huh?”

“Pretty much.
 
Everyone I asked told me that Ken is coming
into a big payday, but no one knows where the money is coming from.”

“So you think he’s getting a payoff of
some sort?” he questions.

“Yeah, if I connect all of the dots, it
feels like Ken and Boris kidnapped Sasha and are possibly holding her at
Lester’s place.
 
The money is for the
kidnapping,” I regurgitate the details from my talk with my dad.

“Are they that bold to kidnap the boss’
daughter?” he asks.

“They could be, if there is enough money
in it for them.”

“Boris is selling drugs out of the club,
too,” he tells me.

“Yeah, I found that out from Pence and
Spence.”

“Got it.
 
Well, it won’t hurt to get out there and ask ol’ Lester a few questions
in the morning, would it?”

“No, not at all.
 
But the question remains,” I say tracing his
lips with my index finger.

“What question is that?”

“What are we going to do to occupy
ourselves until the morning?”

I give him a sly but sweet smile and he
pulls me closer.

I can feel the warmth of his breath on my
neck as he whispers, “I’m sure we can think of something.”

He presses his lush, soft lips onto my
neck and it sends quivers down my spine.
 
His cologne is tantalizing and makes me want to undress him where he
stands.
 
I lean my neck back as he pays
it some attention with a lick here and a kiss there.

I reach my hands directly to his jeans and
I undo his top button.
 
I can feel the
heat between us rising and I have to have him right now.
 
I unzip his jeans and pull them down to his
ankles.
 
He rests his sexy butt on his
bed and I take his jeans completely off and throw them to the side.
 

He sits there on his bed, in his bulging
boxer shorts and t-shirt.
 
He looks ready
for anything.
 
I kneel down before him
and bite my bottom lip as I take his white and blue checkered boxers off of his
body.
 
Sliding them down, I steal a
glance at his manhood.
 
He’s huge and
erect.
 

Without hesitation, I cast his boxers to
the side of his bed and wrap my hand around the shaft of his penis.
 
He leans back and closes his eyes.
 
I take him in my hand and massage his
stiffened cock up and down slowly and gently.
 

He lets out a groan and I continue with
the hand job.
 
His eyes are shut and he’s
enjoying every minute.
 
I move my body up
a touch just so I can hover my warm mouth over his erect member.
 
I exhale deeply and he flinches.

“That tickles,” he says with a huge grin
on his face.
 
He leans back even more and
keeps his eyes shut.
 

I massage him up and down and then I put
my wet tongue on the tip of his cock.
 
He
shivers in response, but tells me, “Ooh, that is awesome.”

I wrap my tongue around the tip of his
penis, licking it relentlessly.
 
When he
appears to not be able to take anymore, I bury his shaft inside of my mouth
until I feel like I could gag on it.

I suction his manhood in my mouth and move
my head up and down slowly.
 
He wiggles a
little in his spot on the bed and he readjusts himself so that he’s sitting up
a little more.
 
With one hand behind him
to support his body, he uses the other one to guide my head.

He entangles his fingers into my hair and
presses me gently into the rhythm of bobbing up and down.
 
I move my head up and down in a faster motion
and he sits up more.
 

He scoots himself to the edge of the bed
and sits up fully.
 
He runs his fingers
through my hair with both hands and uses them to put me where he wants me.

I move my head up and down over his hard
cock as he moves me in his own rhythm.
 
I
take all of him inside of my mouth and he smiles the entire time.

Minutes pass with the same quick movements
and his body stiffens.
 
His grasp on my
head is tight and he tells me, “I’m coming.”

After a few more bobs up and down while
sucking hard, I can feel the warmth of his liquid hitting the back of my
throat.
 
I swallow every last drop until
he’s spent and can give no more.

He lays down on the bed and looks
breathless and out of energy.

“That was amazing,” he says without
getting up.
 
His t-shirt is still on, but
his abs are peeking out from the shirt.
 
His lower half remains uncovered and I bask in the sexiness of his hot
body.
 
His body is perfectly chiseled and
his manhood still hard.

I arise from my kneeling position and sit
next to him on his bed.

“Hungry?” I ask him.

“I am now,” he starts.
 
“Now that you have zapped every little piece
of energy out of me.”

I give him a sweet smile.
 
I look down to the floor and pick up his
boxers and his jeans and throw them next to him on the bed.

“I’ll undress you, but I won’t dress you,”
I joke.

“Fair enough,” he says as he pulls his
boxers up and covers himself entirely.
 
He repeats the motion with his jeans and stands up to zip them and
button them.

He reaches down for his socks and pulls
them up over his feet and does the same with his boots.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks me.

“I thought we could go to Sam’s down the
street and grab a bite to eat.”

“Sounds good.
 
Why don’t you grab your helmet and ride with
me?”
 
he
suggests.

“Alright, I can do that,” I tell him.

We walk out of the place, passing Justin
and his loud newscast on the way.
 
I walk
over to my bike and grab my matching pink helmet and secure it on my head.
 
Rodney hops on his bike and steadies it so I
can throw my leg over it and hop on the back.
 

I hold him tightly as we take off, leaving
a whirlwind of dust and dirt in our wake.

A few short minutes pass and we find
ourselves in front of Sam’s Restaurant.
 
The whole place is bright and bustling.
 
From the outside, the waitresses look as if they are running around like
chickens with their heads cut off.

“This place is packed,” Rodney tells me.

I shrug it off.
 
“You
wanna
go
somewhere else?” I ask.

“Nah, this is cool.
 
When you mentioned the place, I got a
hankerin
’ for a burger and fries.”

“Good,
‘cause
I
didn’t want to leave either.
 
This place
is the best.”

He steadies the bike with his feet so I
can hop off and then he follows suit.
 
We
both leave our helmets on the bike and walk to the front door of the restaurant
hand-in-hand.

When we get to the front door, he rushes
himself to hold it before I can get there.
 
Once inside, a younger woman with curly black hair greets us.

“How many? Two?” she asks after looking up
from a list she has on a podium.

“Two, yes,” Rodney tells her.

“It’s going to be about five or so minutes
before we can get you a table,” she says loudly over the music playing.

“No problem, we’ll be right over here,” he
tells her as he motions to a bench in the corner.

We sit down on the bench and await our
table.
 
He reaches his hand to mine and
covers it.
 
I lean into him as we wait
patiently for a table to open up.
 

“In all honesty, I would probably wait a
whole hour for a burger from this place,” he says half-jokingly.

“I know that’s right,” I tell him with a
cheesy grin on my face.
 
“The food here
is beyond delicious.”

“You have good taste,” he tells me.

“Are you saying that because I’m dating
you?”

A delectable smile creeps across his face,
but he gives me a blank look once I realize his meaning.

“Funny,” I tell him.

Five minutes pass and the young woman
looks over at us and says, “Your table is ready.”

We both arise from the bench and settle
into the wooden booth.
 
It’s hard and the
restaurant is hopping with the excitement of voices, music and people moving
around.
 

“So, we go to Lester’s in the morning?” he
asks, breaking the silence at the table.

“Yeah, that sounds good.
 
When we get done here, we’ll go back to your
place so I can get my bike and then I’ll head home.
 
In the morning, I’ll come back over so we can
leave from there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he says.

“Do you have Lester’s address?” I
ask.
 
“It’s for my father.
 
He’ll come swooping in like the cavalry if he
doesn’t hear from me within a certain amount of time.”

“Yeah, here, let me write it down for
you.”

He takes a pen from his pocket and a
napkin from the table.
 
He scribbles down
some numbers and passes it my way.
 
A
cursory glance at the napkin tells me that it’s the same place I’d already
visited.

“Alright, I’ll give this to him before I
meet back up with you.”

“Good, good,” he says holding my hands in
his from across the table.
 
“Your dad’s a
good dude.”

“He just doesn’t want anything else to
happen,” I tell him.

“I get that.
 
You and Sasha are precious to him and I
admire that.
 
I understand it
wholeheartedly,” he says.

I smile as we order our food.

“I told my father to wait on pushing Ken
and Boris for any information.
 
He wanted
to call a meeting about their shenanigans, but I told him to hold off.
 
If they catch wind of what we’re up to,
they’ll move my sister from wherever they’ve got her.”

“Makes sense.”

Chapter Eleven

Rodney Vinton

My alarm clock alerts me that it is seven
o’clock in the morning.
 
I slam my hand
down on it to shut it up.
 

I sit up and immediately wonder whether or
not Trish is already awake.
 
I think back
to last night and chide myself for not asking her to spend the night.
 
I turn my cell phone on and check to see if
there are any missed calls or text messages.
 
None.
 
I roll back over in bed and
pull the blankets over myself and fade back off into dream land.

The next thing I know it, my phone is
ringing non-stop.
 
A quick glance tells
me that it’s Trish calling me.
 
I look at
the time and feel a bit of shock at the hour.
 
It’s ten o’clock in the morning.