Page 53 of Devious Gambit

“Oh my god!” I was stunned. “Has she no dignity.”

“Chicks send us Hawks shit like this all the time,” he told me. “Fuck knows where she got my number from.”

“Do you know her?”

“She’s a groupie. Don’t know her name.”

“Are you going to answer her?”

“No. If I wanted titties to suck I’d suck on these little ones here,” he declared, giving my breast a squeeze. “They’re way nicer than hers.” He sent the footage to some of his buddies, demanding to know who gave her his number. He received replies instantly and cracked up at most of them. “Fucking Ridge,” he mumbled. “Only he could stoop to that level.”

I was eager to know if he’d slept with her or any other groupie, but my pride blocked me from mentioning it. I didn’t want to seem too interested or worse, jealous. But I guess it bothered me that he knew so much about me and I knew so little about him. I made progress when he opened up about his family, even though the conversation was short-lived.

During Mr. Ed’s flurry of messages coming and going, I also received a message and I wondered if I was going to receive a naked body part video too.

No. My message was different entirely.

Unknown no: I have proof you killed Sweeney.

I left it unanswered and suspected it was Liam Greene who sent it, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe this person was making an empty threat to see if I’d spill. There was no one who saw me shoot Sweeney, however witnesses could’ve seen us dump him in the lake, or when we dragged him down my apartment stairs.

“Are you alright?” Mr. Ed asked, peering curiously at my phone.

I nodded. My body had stiffened in fear and he likely felt that.

Unknown no: Let’s make a deal and I won’t go to police.

Again, I left it unanswered.

TWENTY ONE

Rhys

Much to my dismay, Mr. Ed stayed the entire night.

That meant I got no sleep. Nothing. Not even a minute’s sleep. Not because he was a restless sleeper, but because his phone popped and beeped all night and he’s a space hog. His large, smooth body spread out, arms stretched right across my mattress, legs, hard muscles and skin everywhere. Most of all I struggled to sleep because I worried about that message that came through on my phone. What if the accuser was telling the truth? What if he saw us discarding the body? What if one of us Deadwood Four cracked and told someone?

My head felt stuffy and full. I sat up to slip my sweatshirt on, pausing a moment to examine my sleeping bedmate under the haze of the morning light. His black hair was sticking out in all directions, his expression peaceful, his skin like butter. I lifted up the duvet to glance at his penis to find it curved upwards with the tip shiny and wet. Still sleepy, his hand traveled over his chest and flat stomach grasping his left ball in his hand and scratching it.

“What are you looking at, Gallagher?” he asked croakily with his eyes still closed.

“Nothing,” I answered, caught red handed and proceeded to climb out of bed.

“No, you don’t,” he said, curling his long arm around my waist, pulling me back.

“I have to use the bathroom,” I told him.

“Hurry up. I’ve got a morning rise.”

When I returned he was still lying on his back, slipping a condom on. “Get your panties and sweater off,” he ordered, “and climb on board. Lesson number whatever. You on top.”

I was stunned at how wet I was and he hadn’t even touched me. The worrying thoughts of those mysterious texts diminished as I kneeled astride his body. “Slide on down, babe,” he directed, holding his cock with one hand while holding my hip with the other.

I let out a sigh as my body drew down on his cock. Oh my, it felt good. His big hands were all over my body, massaging my breasts, rubbing my clitoris, grabbing my butt cheeks.

“Move up and down, babe,” he directed again, while pushing himself inside me which made me moan.

I was shaky at first, but found my groove with help of his guiding hands. I tipped my head forward, letting my hair fall over my face as I gyrated up and down, loving it…oh my god…loving it.

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