Bad Ideas

10

Chapter 10

Sunday Night

Kamren

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"Stan, are you ready for tomorrow?" I asked him once the lights were off.

He curled up behind me, spreading a leg over the side of my body. I could feel his hardness pressed against the crease of my ass and moaned at the feel of him. He placed a hand on the front of my boxers just above my dick. He was hovering trying to get a rise out of me. It was working.

"Of course I am, Kam. I'm ready for anything and everything." He kissed my shoulder, sliding his hand inside my boxers, grasping on to my dick harshly.

"Fuck." I moaned into the pillow.

He rolled me to my stomach, his hot mouth kissed down my spine, his tongue darting out every so often to lick and taste my bare skin. His fleshy fingers pulled down my boxers until they hit the floor lightly.

He spread my ass cheeks, slid on a condom then entered me without any teasing. I was okay with it. It was rough and fierce and he wasn't talking with his mouth that usually ran. No, he was just breathing and moaning with me making everything inside me boil over. He knew just how to sway me into calming down.

His hands pulled my hips up for better access, hitting my over stimulated prostate making me cum instantly. Fuck, how did he do that everytime? Soon he was slamming into me riding his own wave of climax. He collapsed into me with a thud causing laughter to erupt inside me.

"Short and sweet. That was fun." I told him, kissing his lips.

"We have work tomorrow. Otherwise I would have made you work for it." Stan teased kissing me again for good measure.

I put my head on his chest, kissed his smooth skin and closed my eyes. I could very easily get used to this.

*****

When we made it to our new office I was surprised to see Shay there already. She was wearing an all black suit with a light blue t-shirt under it. Professional, casual she called it. The aviators made the outfit just about perfect for her. She had a cardboard cup holder with four hot coffees in it.

"Who's the fourth one for?" Stan asked, opening the door.

"I bought two for Kam. He's a beast without caffeine." She answered, pushing her sunglasses up on her head with a sly smile.

"You know me the best." I grinned, taking a coffee.

"Here." Shay handed me a piece of lined paper.

"I wasn't going to give this to you. But it's the right thing to do. Your kid knows the missing girl. It's her best friend. Some girl named Effie, knows where she is."

I read over the paper. None of this was any good. If the low life brother had his rich brothers daughter on the mountain. We really needed to just pay. A lot of things went down in those mountains and they weren't afraid to kill someone to get what they wanted, niece or not. I knew better than anyone the price to pay for being related to these fuckers.

"This town man. It's so small. And yet. There are so many players." I chided, shaking my head.

I picked up the phone and called the one number I had memorized. It took two rings before a female's voice was on the other end.

"Ello, this is Maybelline. How can I help you?"

"Oh. Well if it isn't the devil herself." I said. I waited for the gasp and sigh to be over.