“Oh, fuck.” I rolled my eyes. “He’s throwing a bone into some chick, isn’t he?”
Raven burst out laughing and then slapped a hand over his mouth before bending over. He came up just as quickly, looking at me as he continued to laugh. “Throwing a bone into some chick?” he gasped, bending over again, holding his stomach, still laughing and trying to catch his breath.
I smiled despite feeling out of my depth with this man…whom I hated slightly less than I had five minutes ago. “I could’vesaid he’s sweeping her chimney.” I smiled wider as he looked up at me with tears in his eyes before doubling over again with convulsive laughter.
“Sweeping her chimney,” he repeated, giggling…something I’d never heard a man do before. I found it utterly charming and couldn’t help but laugh, even though it made me extremely uncomfortable to do so.
“Anyway, where do you think he put the tits?” I asked as he finally caught his breath.
Mathis shook his head, wiping tears away from his eyes with the back of his sleeve. “No idea. This is the only safe he mentioned in his insurance application and if I had to guess, he didn’t add another…or update the rest of his security judging by how easily you got into the side door of the garage.”
“I know! He didn’t even lock the door from the house to the garage. I mean, Encino is safe but that’s ridiculous.”
“The boobs have to be elsewhere in the house,” Mathis concluded.
I growled. “We should at least sweep upstairs to make sure he didn’t just leave them lying out somewhere,” I said. “I assume they’re in a box, right? Or do you know?”
“Yeah. I’ll show you.” He immediately reached into a pocket and pulled out his phone calling up photos. On the screen was a flat, wooden box slightly smaller than the width of the safe. He swiped to the next photo where the box was open, showing the same photos I’d seen on the website Jamie found. It appeared to be a box lined in purple velvet on which sat the prosthetic in question. Two pink-tinged nipples on big jugs looked very realistic to my limited experience with them. Of course, I’d seen boobs, but I’d never touched them. My preference was for the male chest—hairy or not—that’s what got my motor running.
“Got it. At least we know we’re looking for a wooden box. Let’s go,” I said as he tucked his phone away. I headed out of the office, not waiting for Mathis to follow me. We stopped at the foot of the stairs, listening. I could still hear grunts from upstairs but whoever this guy was doing wasn’t making any noise. I was fairly impressed Passantino had this much staying power at his age. I didn’t like not knowing what kind of situation I might be walking into. I’d been a Recon Marine which meant just that…I did recon and yet I’d somehow missed who Passantino was fucking…because I was sure that’s what was going on by now. I could hear a male voice, encouraging whoever it was, to continue doing what they were doing as we climbed the stairs.
On the landing between floors, I noted rooms laid out on either side in wings and gave silent hand signals to Mathis to take the right while I took the left. We had a lot of rooms to clear. He nodded quickly and turned to go, padding silently along the wooden floors as I turned left and checked the rooms there. After I’d given each a thorough sweep and finding nothing of interest in what looked like Passantino’s secondary office, a comfortable bookcase-lined sitting room filled with freshly cut flowers, couches, paintings, plus a guest bedroom, I went back to find Mathis returning. One look on his face, and I didn’t have to wait for the shake of his head to know he hadn’t found the box we searched for either. He pointed up and we silently climbed the stairs to the third floor.
We both stopped two treads from the top when a woman’s voice suddenly cried out. “James! Oh, God, James! Your fingers! I’m gonna come!”
“That’s it, babe,” a man huffed. “Come on, baby…jes like that…yeah! Oh, fuck! Gemma…you’re gonna make me come too!” he cried out.
I turned and met Raven’s stunned expression with one of my own. His mouth hung open in shock for a few seconds and for the first time, I noticed how gorgeous and full his lips were. He had cock sucking lips. When they started moving, I realized he was mouthing,“It’s Gemma.”
I gave him a short nod in return and then headed down the hall toward the wide, double bedroom doors which were only partially closed. As I reached out to push one open, I noted Mathis pulling his can of pepper spray off his belt. I somehow didn’t think that would be needed, so I reached out to push his arm down. He looked at me with a frown, and I simply shook my head. “Not necessary,” I whispered. “They’re not expecting an audience.”
Mathis shrugged, thinned his lips, and then hooked the can on his belt. I nodded, relieved he’d at least agreed with me enough to follow my direction. I didn’t want anyone getting hurt…no one had yet but that didn’t mean I wasn’t prepared. I thought back to the conversation I’d had with Raven Mathis six months ago and his use of the 21-foot rule and then absently reached down to run my fingertips over my KA-BAR knife in a sheath at my side. Before that day in Hollywood, I’d carried my Beretta which I still did on occasion, though, these days, generally only in sketchy neighborhoods.
I was almost embarrassed that it had taken a conversation with a civilian to point out that not carrying a gun was a safer option for both me and my bounty. Mathis had been right that day when I’d tackled him and Trench to the ground. If Trench had not been knocked unconscious by the Taser, he could have fought me for the gun. In the back of my mind, I’d known something like that could happen, but it had taken Mathis telling me to my face, to make me stop doing it. I held up my hand andcounted off on my fingers, mouthing numbers as we each took hold of the knob on one of the double doors.
“Three…two…one…”We pushed the doors open at the same time. The bed in the master bedroom was massive, way larger than a king, meaning it must have been specially made. The foot of it faced the doors so the second we burst into the brightly lit room, we were faced with two figures on the bed. The male—James Passantino—lay on his back, legs spread, cock buried balls deep in a woman who straddled him, bouncing on his dick. From our angle, all we could see was her back and it was clear to me—at least—that she had been having the time of her life.
Even before they realized they were no longer alone in the room, Mathis was elbowing me. I looked over long enough to notice him pointing to a low table where Gemma Monroe’s fake boob box lay open. It was just about this time that I heard the female’s scream as she twisted and saw us standing there.
“Hey!” Passantino shouted. “Who the hell are you?”
I stood there, helplessly mute beside Mathis who was shouting over the woman’s screams, trying to calm her down as Passantino grabbed her waist and lifted her off his impressively large dick. I absently noted the base of his glistening shaft was wrapped with a silver cock ring which might explain how a guy Passantino’s age could keep going as long as he had.
“Gemma!” I heard Mathis say from beside me and only then did I notice the woman who slid off the bed to the floor.
She sat there still screaming at the top of her lungs…wearing her very own fake tits, the ones Mathis and I had broken in to retrieve.
“Shut! Up!” Passantino shouted as he slid off the other side of the bed, snatching up a throw pillow and covering his junk as he stood beside it. Gemma instantly went silent.
“Oh, my God,” Mathis said, sounding totally mortified. “Gemma.” He rushed toward her, and she began screaming again, backing up until her back hit the nightstand beside the bed. Mathis instantly halted, throwing up his hands. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m not here to hurt you. I work for GMS Insurance, and I came here to recover your…your…boobs…and as I see now—” He stopped and looked in my direction, appearing devastated, embarrassed, and every combination of miserable I could possibly imagine as he looked to me to help explain. As much as I felt like I should probably laugh at the situation, I couldn’t bring myself to embarrass him further.
“Miss Monroe…Mr. Passantino…please,” I began, “forgive us. This is Raven Mathis. He works for Grayson, Mallory, and Simms Insurance. He came to retrieve stolen…well what we thought were your stolen boobs…ah,breasts…ah,those!” I stammered, waving in the direction of her chest, desperate to look anywhere but at her and her enormous prosthetic. I was fucking this up even worse for Mathis and probably myself as well. “We just didn’t know you were…that you’d reconciled…that you were—” I never stammered. It was my turn to flush with embarrassment as I looked at Mathis to say something, anything that would make me feel less like a fucking idiot.
“What are you doing in my home?” Passantino roared. “You broke in! I’m calling the police!”
“It’s all a mistake,” Mathis said in a voice more soothing than I would’ve been able to muster. “Please! Miss Monroe told us you stole her—” he waved at her chest the same as I’d done, and I bit my lower lip, so I didn’t say anything as he addressed her, stumbling the same way I had. “Her boobs!” he blurted.
“You did?” Passantino suddenly shouted, turning to pin Gemma with his gaze as we all watched her get up on both knees before climbing to her feet. “Why would you finger me?”