Page 10 of Chase
“I wondered what your thoughts were on this supposed organ theft Waite has uncovered. Interesting, no?”
“There will always be a crime when there’s money to be made,” he says. “People’s desperation to survive makes sustaining life a lucrative business.”
“True, but I wonder how the donors are chosen and then matched with the recipients.” His focus moves around my office, and I hear his foot hitting the floor in a slow rhythm as he thinks. “The majority of major organs need to be transplanted within a matter of hours. It’s a delicate operation to manage legally, never mind under the radar.”
“No doubt we will be dragged into this shit whether we want to be or not,” he says at last. “So, how was your romantic evening?” His question surprises me after his shitty attitude earlier.
“Enjoyable.”
“I bet.” He squares his shoulders and his mouth twists in the way it always does before he offends someone. “I mean, she is a professional sex worker, so she’s bound to know the best ways to milk a cock.”
“You disgusting bastard. She dances.”
“Now,” he continues, “but maybe you should ask the stunning Samantha what she offered as extras in the past.” His eyes widen, and I grind my teeth in a pathetic attempt to hold my temper.
“We all have a past, Russ. We’ve all done things we regret. It’s how we look to the future that matters. Samantha has ambition and career goals.”
“To do what? She’s yet another failed Westend wannabe according to Violet.”
I won’t comment on his knowledge, but I file away the fact that he has been discussing my soon-to-be girlfriend with our sister.
“She wants to be a nurse. She has been looking at options to return to study,” I tell him, and his mouth snaps closed. Shock flutters over his features before he rearranges them again to become inexpressive. “Her dream of working in theatre may have fallen flat, but she knows where she wants to be now. And her long-term goal isn’t to be a pole dancer.”
“And she told you this?”
“Yes.”
“She’d look hot in a nurse's uniform,” he says, and I pick up the blue spikey stress ball sitting on my desk to launch it at him. It bounces off his forehead, and he laughs. The charged atmosphere disappears with the sound—I love to see him smile when he’s relaxed. It’s sadly all too infrequent.
Even though my brother is an asshole, I love him and he loves me. We have watched each other’s back since we were kids, but with Russell being the oldest, it was always him who bore the brunt of our father’s wrath. That’s something I’ll never forget or take for granted. My brother took a beating more than once for me, and I know, if he felt he needed to, he would do it again now.
“You’re such a jackass.”
“But you love me,” he says. I don’t answer him, but we grin at each other for a moment. “Are you seeing her again tonight?”
“No, she’s working.”
“Ah, the complications of dating a career woman. Well, brother, the chat was great, but I need to return to my station.”
“Don’t fire anyone,” I say, and he shrugs. “I mean it. The team is working well, and we don’t need any reruns of your previous dismissals.”
“If the bastards will do their work and not eat my lunch in the process, then we won’t have a problem.” My mind flits back to the afternoon I found him clearing someone’s desk because they had eaten his sandwich. “It’s a simple request.”
“Stick to the process, Russ.”
“Why should I when I have Waite to sort it out? He loves a difficult case to fight. I like to keep him on his toes by creating some myself.” With that final statement, he walks out of my office, slamming the door as he leaves. My prized artwork rattles on the walls, and a signed copy of Stephen King’s The Shining crashes to the floor. It falls open on a familiar page, and the quote about always being the caretaker blinks back at me.
Yes, Mr. King, and don’t I fucking know it.
My mind wanders back to the night before, my first taste of Samantha. Hell, it had been amazing. She was sweeter than I could ever imagine. After my unexpected meal on my kitchen island when she arrived barely dressed, we moved to my bedroom. It had been explosive from start to finish. Her body had molded around my fingers as if she was made for me. As I grazed her thighs with my fingertips, she’d spread her legs further. My lips touching her skin caused a tingle of electricity to pass between us.
When I took her the first time, she was beneath me. Her blonde hair spilled over my black satin sheets. Still wearing her see-through bra, I’d released her tits from the cups. The wire pushed them higher, erect nipples begging me to suck them. I’d taken the first one between my teeth gently, then run my tongue around the tip. Her back arched, pussy touching my cock still contained in my boxers.
“Please,” she’d whimpered, impatient.
“Not yet.” I’d tightened my grip on her nipple, my teeth biting into the soft flesh. She pushed harder against me, then wrapped her hands around my neck. I’d removed them one by one, pinning them down on the pillows on either side of her head. “I said, not yet. When I tell you no, I mean it.”
“Can I not persuade you?” Her wrists flexed beneath my grip, and I responded by pushing them further into the goose feather. The dark satin gave way as smooth flesh sunk into the fabric. “I need you to fuck me now.”