“You know him?” she asked.
“Not really. I’ve stopped at the market to pick up some stuff before coming to work. Nothing big. Just pop and sandwiches. I did think the prices were high, but it seemed typical for those types of markets.”
“Is he Navajo?” Raley asked.
“No, but he has permission from the tribe to live on the rez. He’s living with a woman who’s Navajo,” she answered.
“He sort of gives me the creeps,” Janet said in a tentative voice. All eyes turned to her. “Maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know.”
Breanna smiled when she saw the woman’s face turn beet red. Her coworker lacked confidence, and people generally made her nervous. Breanna was surprised she was a social worker, a totally people-oriented field. “He gives me the creeps too.” Janet smiled at her.
“Maybe he’s a lech with women,” Joel added after yawning loudly.
“We’ll check him out. Thanks, Breanna,” said Agent Raley. “Anyone else?” When no one answered, he cleared his throat. “That’ll do it. Keep sending us the reports on lost or stolen cards.”
Breanna walked to the office and Janet came up beside her. “Thanks for backing me up,” she said.
“No prob. Roy does give me the creeps.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if he was involved in all this. I mean, two dollars for a twelve-ounce can of Diet Coke? Something’s not right.”
“I know,” Janet said. “It’s good you spoke up. At least the agents will look into it.”
“You women really give a shit about all this, don’t you?” Joel came over to them and leaned against the doorframe.
“I’m not up for another discussion about whether or not EBT fraud is a victimless crime. I’ve got a ton of work to do before five o’clock.” Breanna went behind her desk.
“Me too. That’s why that meeting was just bullshit and a waste of time. When they start paying me overtime, then I won’t give a damn about how the department wants to waste my time. But until then, I’m going to resent like hell these fuckin’ meetings.” He walked away.
“Do you think he has an opinion on food stamp fraud?” Janet asked. She busted out laughing and Breanna joined her.
At five o’clock, Breanna turned off her computer and rubbed her eyes. She hated sitting all day at the screen, as it killed her eyes, neck, and shoulders. She wished she could afford to get a massage; it would be divine to have someone rub out all the kinks of a desk job.
When she got home, she quickly cleaned up her place, took a shower, and slipped on a pink jean skirt and an ivory crop top. She made sure to put on her new white sheer bra and thong. A few spritzes of her favorite perfume and she was ready for Steel.
Standing in front of the open freezer, she surveyed the selection of frozen dinners.Something tells me he isn’t a frozen dinner type of guy.She groaned audibly and slammed the freezer door shut. For the past several years she’d wanted to take cooking classes, but the nearest community college was an hour away, and she didn’t have the time to make the commute. She watched cooking shows all the time, but living alone hardly gave her any incentive to try and prepare elaborate dishes.
She went over to one of the drawers near the stove and took out six take-out menus, but nothing grabbed her. She sighed and decided pizza was the easiest, so she pulled out the flyer and set it on the kitchen table.
A few minutes before seven, she heard the roar of his cams as he burst onto her street. Her stomach did flip-flops. It was crazy, but she was so damn nervous to see him.What if he tells me he changed his mind? What if he was just trying to teach those club girls who’s boss?
The ring of her doorbell made her jump.I act like I’m fourteen and this is my first date with the boy I’ve been crushing on. Totally pathetic.
She smoothed her hair down and opened the door. Her gaze traveled over him, taking in his tight jeans, his snug crotch, the dancing ink on magnificently sculpted arms, the muscle shirt molded to his firm chest, his beautiful hair, his silver and turquoise feather earrings, and his rugged face. She swung open the screen door and fell into his arms, kissing him passionately.
“Nice way to greet your man, woman.” He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating.” He scooped her up and stepped inside, kicking the door closed.
She buried her face in his chest as he marched her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. “And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked as she watched him kick off his boots and strip off his clothes. His erection was obvious.
He got on the bed and hovered over her. “Claiming you the right way.” He crushed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue deep inside. As they kissed, his hands roamed over her curves and under her skirt, searing her flesh. Each touch inflamed her arousal even more; by the time he’d taken off her clothes except for the thong, she was burning with need and desire.
“Are you on birth control?” he said against her inner thighs.
“Yes. Are you clean? Have you been tested?”
“I’m good, baby. I want to take you raw and feel every inch of you around my cock.”
She pulled his hair and squirmed. The way he was touching, licking, and biting her thighs and belly was driving her crazy. Each time he came near her throbbing clit he’d back away, biting and licking everything around it. He was teasing her to a frenzy. “I can’t wait to feel all of you too.”
For the next two hours, her life was suspended in rapture as Steel claimed every part of her, marking her as his woman. The love bites over her breasts and belly would be doozies by the following day, and she was pretty sure her ass would be red from his erotically charged spanks and bites. She’d never experienced such intense lovemaking as she did with him, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was addicted to him, and she didn’t want it any other way.
