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“Come here,” Vincent commanded. Enrique’s mind flashed back to the possibility that the Boss really did want a blowjob. He strutted over towards him, and when he was close enough, Vincent smacked him across the face with the back of his hand, knocking him on his ass and causing blood to spurt from his nose and mouth.
“Fuck!” Enrique yelled. “What was that for?”
“For being a lying little fuck-head,” Vincent told him. “I just got off the phone with the sender of the package. It’s been sitting up here for over an hour. What the hell is going on up here that you haven’t had time to bring it to me?”
Enrique was trying to get his bearings back. His ears were ringing, and he was thinking he would have much rather had Heston’s cock in his mouth than be bitch-slapped like that. He tried to think of a plausible reason that he hadn’t taken the package down. The truth was, he and his boys had been smoking some good weed and watching the Playboy channel on the eighty-inch plasma television set in the living room. He opened his sore mouth to speak.
Before the words came out, Vincent said, “Lie to me again, you stupid fuck, and I’ll cut your head off.”
Enrique believed him. “We were screwing around, sir. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Funny how you suddenly lost your fakevatoaccent,” Vincent sneered. “Get your worthless ass up and bring me my package.”
Enrique scrambled to his feet. His pants dropped to his ankles as he did, and as Vincent watched him hobble away, holding them up with one hand, Enrique knew the Boss was shaking his head.
“Worthless,” he spat again.
Pendale, Texas
Wednesday, Almost Noon
Raven knewshe should get up. Even though she was still worried about Hank, it was her day off, and she had a lot to do. There was laundry, and grocery shopping, and she wanted to work on her novel. Yet, she continued to lie there in the bed, surrounded by the heady aroma of the lovemaking that she and Ridge had engaged in over the past few hours. He had finally torn himself away and gone to work. He had a one o’clock appointment and wanted to get the paperwork ready before the client arrived. Before he left, he promised that if he heard anything about Hank, he would let her know.
Raven had planned on getting up right after he left. But as she had lain there, she’d let her mind wander back over their conversation that morning. Earlier, while sitting on Ridge’s lap, she had convinced him to finally tell her his thoughts about Hank.
“You know that the Witness Protection program won’t just relocate him, right? They’ll set him up with a whole new identity that will involve working and being a part of a community. They could very well have arranged a job for him already.”
“Yes, Corbett told Hank all of that. I had suggested they get him a job where he can work with his hands. I think it would be good for him.”
“As do I,” Ridge said as he ran his hands up from her waist towards her breasts.
Raven slapped them back down. “Go on.”
Ridge grinned at her lecherously again and then said, “I’m not saying anything that we both don’t already know. Hank is severely allergic to work. I think the thought of going somewhere he would be expected to work every day to earn a paycheck, like the rest of us, was too much for him.”
Raven nodded. She wasn’t mad. It was actually almost exactly what she was thinking. But…
“Where do you think he went this morning? He’s obviously not going to be able to live off of me if he’s in hiding.”
“I don’t know,” Ridge said, now nuzzling his face against her chest and trying to work her robe open. “Maybe he already had a plan.”
“Maybe…” Raven said thoughtfully. Then suddenly, she felt Ridge’s lips on the nipple he had freed from underneath the robe. She took in a sharp breath and, losing all other rational thought, wrapped his hair in her hands and held it in place as he sucked, nibbled, and licked her pert nipple. She eventually reached down and loosened the tie on the robe so that he’d have access to both her breasts; the other was getting jealous.
Once the robe was out of the way, Ridge, still sucking a nipple in and out of his mouth, reached down between her legs and slipped his thumb and index finger underneath the edge of her wet panties. He used his thumb to rub her swollen clit and slipped his finger inside, where she was hot and wet. Thanks to his hard cock pressing against her while they’d been talking, she was ready.
She arched her back and moaned. Ridge released her nipple and looked up at her. “Are we finished talking for now?” he asked.
“Hell, yes,” she said in a breathless voice. Ridge grinned, and sliding his hand from her panties, he picked her up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, kissing and nuzzling her neck along the way. Dropping her down on the bed, he proceeded to remove his clothes. Raven quickly shed her robe and panties, just as Ridge dropped to his knees next to the bed.
Raven shivered, now alone and naked in the bed, remembering how Ridge’s sweet lips had traveled up her inner thigh and then brushed softly against her swollen lips, teasing her as they crossed over and made their way down the inside of the other leg. His delicious touch had caused her to squirm.
She moaned loudly, unsure if it had come out of her now, or if it was just a memory. Either way, she was hot again and wishing Ridge was here to replace her fingers with his tongue. She kept her eyes closed and pictured him between her legs. She loved to watch him as he licked and sucked and nibbled on her clit. He looked so sexy, and now, as she envisioned it, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She’d had enough of her gentle rubbing and tweaking.
She reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and down to the bottom drawer, then felt underneath her undergarments where her toys lay. Ridge had bought them for her. He liked to watch her play. She wished he was here to watch her now, but she would have to make do with the memories.
She rolled her body to an upright position, and as soon as her feet hit the floor, her cell phone began ringing.
Raven loved sex, and when she was having it, or masturbating and thinking about having it, she felt no qualms about it at all. But since she was about sixteen, she always had a mild feeling of guilt after masturbating. She had that now and jumped as the ringing of the phone broke the silence in the room, making her feel suddenly like she wasn’t alone, and that whoever was calling knew what she had just done.
