Page 15 of Unchained
CHAPTER SIX
The redhead and the brunette looked at each other and then looked back at me. They had changed clothes, and both had their hair up in a bun, but they were obviously the two girls from Bourbon Street Pub.
I opened the door and walked out onto the deck, Hurricane Sadie pushing against the horizon in the distance. “I’m assuming you are the two Veronica sent?”
The redhead sipped a tropical drink and giggled. “I’m Chrissy,” she said. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Stephanie,” the blonde said and placed her drink on the table. She had a bit of a snarl on her face like she didn’t want to be participating in Veronica’s game.
I pulled out a chair and joined them at the table. They’d been so busy feeling each other up at the bar that I failed to noticed exactly how hot they were. “Deacon,” I said and offered my hand to Chrissy. She shook, and then I shook Stephanie’s hand.
“You’re the big shot attorney from Miami,” Chrissy said.
“Is that what you heard?”
Chrissy shrugged and then finished her drink. “That’s what Veronica said.”
“You two work for her?” I had to admit the two girls were hot as fuck, and I found myself intrigued.
“We have a partnership.” Stephanie threw back her blonde hair and kept her delicious blue eyes on me. “Trust me, we take care of each other.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant but took it to mean they were all banging each other. Perfectly fine by me if I could join in. None of what was going on made any sense, but despite the danger, my desire to fuck both women clouded my judgment. I needed a shower before anything began, but I also needed to know if we would be attending the Hurricane Sadie party together. “I’m assuming you two are accompanying me to the party tonight?”
Stephanie chuckled, and I sensed between the two of them she was the most trouble. “If you survive the two of us, then, yeah, we’ll take you out for a night on the town.”
“Back to the Borboun Street Pub?”
Chrissy shook her head. “Not really your kind of place.”
I sat the ibuprofen on the table. “I’m going to hit the shower. We’ll talk when I’m done.”
I left the two women sitting at the table and entered the house with a smile on my face and my dick hard. In the bedroom, I found my suit, cleaned, hanging on the closet door. Veronica was efficient if nothing else.
On the bed was a cell phone. Not mine. Probably her last offer for me to call for help and have someone else rescue me from myself.
Before hopping in the shower, I brought up the Internet browser on the phone and did a search on Veronica, finding dozens of websites, stating her net worth, more information about her company, but nothing about her personally. I considered logging into the D.A. database and looking her up, but I didn’t want to give away my location if my phone hadn’t done that already.
Cheeky Cosmetics, Veronica’s cosmetic company, was relatively new, though she’d already made a ton of money. “Come on, Veronica, who are you really? Where’d you come from?”
I found nothing condemning or interesting about her. She existed, and that was about it. Despite the mystery surrounding her, I craved being with her. Despite her sarcastic, often obnoxiousness, I yearned to fuck her.
I shook the thoughts of Veronica from my head and undressed, stopping her a moment to stare at myself in the mirror. Some people at the office called me vain, but they mistook confidence for vanity. I was no better or no worse than the next person, but I had faith in everything I did from the courtroom to the bedroom to doing things in everyday life. I never slowed down, and I sure as hell wasn’t a couch potato. There was a world out there to be experienced, and as soon as I took care of Suzanne’s killer, I would experience all the world had to offer.
I climbed into the four-foot by four-foot shower and punched the water temperature into the keypad on the shower wall. A five-second countdown appeared on the screen. Veronica had the best of the best.
The shower started, and the large glass door immediately fogged over. I placed my forearms on the wall beneath the showerhead and let water splash over me, wicked thoughts about the two girls racing through my mind. It had been at least six months since I had two girls in bed with me. That time turned out to be both carnal and amazing. The shit we did as a threesome would make porn stars shudder. Maybe it was a cry for help in dealing with my loss. Perhaps that’s what this was as well.
Thoughts of Veronica began to enter my mind once again, but they instantly evaporated when someone grabbed my cock. I turned my head to find Chrissy smiling. Stephanie eased her way into the shower and moved behind me. The fun wouldn’t wait for the bedroom.
I moved back, and Chrissy stepped in front of me, her hand greedily wrapped around my dick. Stephanie wasted no time in moving closer, her mons pressing against my ass as her hands came around me. The two girls stroked my cock and grabbed my balls, squeezing and pumping as if they were in some sort of lewd contest. I hoped they would both come in first.
I pressed forward and pinned Chrissy against the wall, our mouths opening before meeting. Her lips were warm and soft and too luscious to release. She turned away and looked up, her eyes closed, her breasts, nipples hard and blissful, wet and large.
Moving along her chin and cheek, I voraciously sunk my teeth into her neck, drawing a rapturous moan from her open lips. I bit harder, and although she writhed against the pain, she didn’t try to pull away.
I continued down Chrissy’s neck about the time I felt Stephanie’s fingers spreading my ass. I didn’t stop her, my curiosity creating a million twisted thoughts in my mind. I relaxed, and Stephanie slipped a finger in my ass, her body pressing me forward against Chrissy.
“Fuck,” I said, the finger painful yet intensely aberrant.
