Love and Law (11 page)

“Clasp your hands and place them on top of your head. I’m going to search your person for paraphernalia. You were speaking to someone who’s being placed under arrest. We need to make sure you weren’t involved in any illegal transactions.”

I comply and try to take deep, calming breaths while he pats me down. I’m not scared of his ass. He’s about the same size and build as me. No, I’m not scared, but his attitude is pissing me the fuck off and I don’t want to go to jail for punching a cop.

When he finishes, I ask, “Officer, am I free to go?”

He narrows his eyes at me but hands over my ID along with a business card. “I’m Officer Lopez. It would be in your best interest if you report any people dealing drugs around here. If I find out, Benjamin Winston Cartwright, that you played me, I’ll come after your ass. We’re cleaning up these streets one drug-dealing asshole at a time.”

I keep my face straight and nod at him. “Yes, sir.”

Even if this guy pulls my record, I’m as clean as they come.

“You’re free to go,” he grumbles and trots off to help the other cop wrangle the stoner into the car.

I wait until I’ve rounded the corner of the block to pull out my cell and call CJ.

“How are things?” I ask when he answers.

He grunts slightly, and I swear he answered the phone in the middle of sex.

“You answered the phone while fucking someone?” I ask, astonished.

CJ knows better than to ever lie to me. I sniff out lies in a heartbeat.

“Not anymore,” he laughs.

That fucker was coming when he answered the phone. Sick bastard.

“Get some pants on and meet me at the office in fifteen minutes,” I instruct as I hop into my car, which I left parked out of sight.

He confirms that he’ll be there before we hang up. Instead of thinking about the newest developments I’ve uncovered, I think about Maya. This will be the first time I’ll be at the office since I saw her last. She’s sure to be pissed as fuck at me. I’ve had enough though. We fucked. It was awesome, but I can’t be dealing with her distracting shit—not when we’re in the middle of something big against Blaze.

Almost fifteen minutes later, I pull up in the alleyway of the building. Most of the buildings around here are empty and up for rent. In this economy, though, nobody is opening any businesses or expanding. Our office hides out in the middle of a graveyard of empty ones.

Once I’m inside, I make a beeline to office where I fed Maya mashed potatoes. My cock twitches at the memory, and I force those thoughts away. CJ is sitting in one of the chairs, playing with his phone.

“Who were you fucking?” I question when I walk in. For some reason, I just need to hear that it wasn’t Maya.

CJ is a good-looking guy. I don’t know if she’s the kind of girl who moves on to the next guy when one doesn’t give her what she needs. The thought of him fucking her makes me see red.

“Dude, don’t get all pissy. Some chick—not your chick,” he says defensively.

The tightness in my chest dissipates so that I can get back down to business. “Someone is giving them our shit, CJ.”

He frowns in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I was propositioned to buy a gram of blow—our blow—for twenty less than what we charge. Someone is getting ahold of our shit and selling it for less. That’s probably why that dickhead Blaze has gone back into hiding and hasn’t mowed down any more of our people this week. Do you think one of those guys from Mack Street is in on it?”

Angrily, he kicks the chair beside him. “I don’t know who the fuck is doing this, but Oculus is going to go postal. We better figure this shit out, man.”

He’s right. Oculus is already so outraged by the entire ordeal. Things just keep getting worse and worse, which means, at some point, he’ll take it out on us.

Changing the subject, I once again bring up Maya. “How are the girls’ sales?”

He grins over at me. “Your home girl is fucking selling the shit out of that product. She goes out for the day and comes back with money. I’m not sure who she’s selling it all to. The other girls never completely sell out. I think she’s a fucking prodigy.”

As much as I want to feel proud, something niggles at me. It’s awfully convenient that she disappears and comes back with the money at the end of the day. What if she’s delivering that shit to Blaze on a fucking platter? If that were the case, it would mean that he was paying full price for the product and selling it cheaper. That doesn’t even make sense, but it could be a business strategy—much like a bait-and-switch technique. There’s no fucking way she would do that to me. I know I’ve pissed her off, but she doesn’t seem the type to go for blood.

“Is she mad at me?” I ask. She has to be. I fucked her on that desk twice and then left her. She probably fucking hates me now.

“She was at first. A couple of times, she even seemed sad. Now she’s just all business. The girl stays to herself. But I gotta say—she always looks like she’s up to something. Like there’s more to her than meets the eye.”

He’s right. There’s always been more to Maya below the surface. I wanted—still want— to figure out just what that is. If, all along, it was her hiding the fact that she secretly works for Blaze, I’ll completely lose my shit. There’s no telling how I would handle that revelation.

“Want me to bring her in so we can talk to her?” he asks.

I nod, and he hops up from his chair and disappears from the office. When she gets in here, I’ll figure out what the hell’s going on around here.

Moments later, the door opens and Maya is pushed inside. CJ is a smart man and stays outside. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.

My eyes rake over her body. She was obviously asleep because her once cornrowed hair has been taken down and now looks disheveled. Her sleepy eyes are quickly replaced by a hateful glare. I ignore the bitchy look and notice that she’s wearing a very skimpy pair of pale-blue boxer shorts and a white camisole. Her dark-brown nipples are visible through the top, and my cock jumps to life.

“Did we wake you up?” I laugh.

She scowls at me and crosses her arms across her chest. “A call would have been nice,” she clips hotly, ignoring my question.

“I’m your boss, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want. You think you can pussy-whip me after two fucks?” I demand, now angry from her tone. If she is a cohort to Blaze, I will find out.

Her pissed-off look quickly fades. I can tell I’ve hurt her feelings. And dammit if I don’t fucking feel bad about it.

“Forget it,” she says softly. “What’s up?”

I know she’s trying to push back her feelings since I don’t appear to be reciprocating.

“Are you hiding something from me? Like the real reason you’re here?”

Her eyes fly to mine in surprise. Fuck, she is hiding something. It’s written all over her face.

“No, of course not,” she lies. “I’m here because I ran away and needed a place to stay and a job.”

“Not good enough, baby girl. I can tell you’re fucking lying.” My patience is gone. I told her never to lie to me and she’s spinning her webs of deceit as quickly as she can right now.

“I’m not lying. Ben, please. I’ve found some information that might—” she begins, but I cut her off by storming over to her scantily dressed body. Her breath hitches when I invade her space. Momentarily, I forget what I am about to say as I’m drawn in by her sweet, soapy scent.
Task at fucking hand, Ben.

“You are lying, and I’ll get to the bottom of it. If I find out you’re helping Blaze, so help me, Maya… Things will be bad for you.”

She nervously bites her bottom lip, and it only serves to make my cock strain to free itself from inside my boxers. Nodding her understanding, she spins around to attempt a hasty escape. As soon as my eyes fall to her round, little ass hanging out of those shorts, I can’t let her leave my sight.

I grab hold of her upper arm right before she slips out the door. “I didn’t say you could leave,” I growl at her. She yelps in surprise but doesn’t fight me as I pull her back into the office.

“I’m not with Blaze,” she tells me softly, her back still to me.

A weight lifts because I know she isn’t lying. Whatever she is hiding from me lies within her personal life. Eventually I will wrangle that information out of her as well.

Turning to me, tears in her eyes, she asks me the inevitable. “Why didn’t you come to see me? Or call, even?”

My heart fucking hurts seeing her upset. I’m no longer pissed about anything—all I know is that I missed her. I want her so bad right now.

I release her arm and take a step toward her so that our chests touch. She surprises me when she wraps her little arms around my body. This girl and her hugs will be the death of me.

“Ben, I thought we had something. Was I the crazy one? Because I swear you felt the connection too?”

My thoughts drift to the last night I saw her—the night I was deep inside of her. I’m growing harder by the second, and I know that she feels my erection between us.

“No. Yes. Fuck. Maya, I don’t know what it was, but you’re distracting as hell. All I can think about right now is stripping you out of those hot-ass shorts and plunging deep inside of you.”

She whimpers and slides her hand between us to grip my dick through my jeans. “And you’re confusing as hell. I’m so pissed at you, but all I keep hoping is that you’ll get me naked and take me right here against this door.”

And that is the motherfucking truth. I’m not sure why I even worried that she might be with Blaze. No longer content with trying to piece together this Blaze shit, I crash my lips to hers. She immediately slides open her mouth to greedily meet my tongue. The last time I was laid was with this beautiful woman who is expertly stroking my cock while I kiss her and it was too fucking long ago.

“I want to be inside of you, baby girl,” I tell her between kisses.

She snuffs out my words when she deepens our kiss. One of my hands threads into her sexy-as-fuck hair that falls just past her shoulders. The other hand easily slides down the front of the elastic waistband of her shorts so that my fingers connect with her hot, throbbing clit.

“Ben!” she moans and tilts her head back.

I attack her neck with my lips and tongue, tasting the smooth skin there. Her panties are all but drenched, much to my delight, and I plunge two fingers deep inside of her. I use my thumb to circle her clit while I thrust my fingers in and out of her hot, wet center. She makes quick work of unfastening my jeans, and within seconds, they fall heavily to the floor. A few moments later, she frees my rock-hard dick from my boxers. Her soft hands feel like heaven as she strokes me, but I need more. I need her.

I break our kiss and pull my fingers out of her so that I can yank her shorts and panties to the floor, where she steps out of them, eager to be naked for me. Seconds later, that fucking camisole is gone too. She grabs the bottom of my T-shirt and pulls it off of me. My cock slides against her belly but it’s not enough. I fucking need her now.

I grab a handful of her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart. She moans again and I lose control. Quickly, I lift her by her bottom and push her against the wall. It isn’t until I’m about to slam into her that I realize I don’t have a condom on.

“Motherfucker!” I groan as my dick throbs—begging for me to push inside of her.

“What?” she gasps, tilting her hips to me, urging me to continue.

I reluctantly slide her back down to her feet while I fumble through my pants in search of my wallet. When I open it and realize that it’s empty, I slam it to the floor.

“Goddammit!”

She frowns at me in confusion.

“No condom,” I growl. I used the only two in my wallet last week when I was with her.

“No! Ask CJ,” she quips hopefully.

I grin at her and peck her lips. “Genius, baby girl.” Cracking the door open, I stick my head out. “CJ! Condom, now!” I order.

He shuffles over to my line of vision and shakes his head. “Sorry, dude. Just used my last one.”

I flip him off and angrily slam the door shut. Maya looks so fucking beautiful with her hair wild and eyes half glazed over from desire. When I give her a look of defeat, she smiles at me.

“I have an alternative, big boy,” she purrs.

Roughly, she pushes me against my chest so that I’m now pressed with my back against the door. She kneels down before me, and I widen my eyes as she grips my cock with both hands.

“I’m going to taste you now,” she informs me.

From this angle, I nearly come as she slides her warm mouth over my dick. Her dark hair falls forward, curtaining my cock on both sides. Her round ass jiggles and her tits bounce each time she bobs her head down. She’s a fucking glorious sight.

“Baby girl, you’re so good at this,” I groan appreciatively. And she is—so good.

I thread my fingers into her soft hair that I’ve discovered I love just as much as her sexy ass. She lets me guide her to the speed I like and takes me deep in her throat.

Her rough tongue slides along the underside of my shaft and occasionally circles the tip, creating a perfect formula for an impending epic climax. One of her hands slides down to caress my balls, and I curse again when she pushes a finger gently but firmly between my balls and toward my body. The girl knows what she’s doing, because I’ve never had a blow job feel so fucking amazing.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

All it takes is for her to take me deep into her throat again coupled with her finger between my balls to explosively come into her mouth. She easily swallows down everything I have to give, and I’m blown away by her mad blow job skills.

“Shit, woman. I’m afraid to ask how you learned to give such good fucking head.” And it’s true. If she says some ex-boyfriend or Miguel, I might punch a hole through the wall.

“Let’s just say I have an unhealthy addiction to my Tumblr app on my phone. They do some freaky, wild stuff on there and I take good notes.” She winks up at me.

We both realize at the same time that she’s admitted to having a phone that she hasn’t had this week. Panic flickers in her eyes, but I let it go.
This time.
Her mom probably took it away from her when she kicked her out. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck. All I care about now is returning the favor.