Every Heart (18 page)

“What?” he shouts. “That’s not part of the plea deal.”

“Order! Order in the court,” the judge yells, banging her gavel. A police officer goes to Anthony reminding him that he needs to be quiet.

“Your Honor, I apologize for my client’s outburst,” his attorney says. “But the plea deal Mr. Eldridge took was for a maximum twenty-year sentence.

“Yes, sir, it was. And with 76A, the New Jersey law that recently passed, with any plea deal in this state an inmate takes, the judge has the right to punish based on the charges as a whole, or individually. Anthony, you took a young woman’s life. You do understand that, don’t you?”

“Uhhh…yes, ma’am.”

“Then you really have no basis to argue. In some cases murderers are sentenced to death. In my opinion, you’re getting off lucky. You’ll be out of here by the time you’re seventy. That sentence is nothing compared to the life you robbed Kinsey Adams of.”

Hearing the judge say those words allow a rush of relief to flow through me. For the first time in almost a year, when I think about my sister, I finally feel like I can breathe again. Him being sentenced will most certainly not bring her back, but I do feel deep in my heart that today justice was served.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Nash asks me.

I knock back a swig of my beer and look around at all of the people gathered together for his birthday. His girl put together a pretty sweet party and with alcohol coursing through my system, I feel pretty good. “Yeah, this is great,” I tell him.

He sits next to me on the couch and says, “Thanks for coming. I know it’s not your scene, but considering everything you’re doing for me, it’s good to have you here.”

“Thanks for dragging my ass out.”

“Any time,” he says raising his bottle to me. I do the same and we cheers. “Listen, I know you’re not over Arion, but see that girl over there?” He points to a group of girls dancing.

“Which one?” I ask.

“The redhead. She was talking to my girl about you.”

“And?”

“She thinks you’re hot.”

“Well, good for her.”

“Come on, don’t be such a bitch,” he says jokingly.

“I’m not, she’s just not my type.”

“Have a few more beers and she will be, hell, any of the girls here will be with enough alcohol.”

I shake my head listening to his absurd comment. I’m not about to get drunk in order to hook up with some chick. If I’m going to hook up with someone I want them to be a ten and I damn well want to remember it. Nash checks my beer, then hits me in the back of the head teasingly. “I’m gonna get us a few more brews.”

Sitting back I watch the group of girls dance. One in particular is cute. She’s blonde and reminds me of Arion. I watch her move, noticing how free she is. Arms in the air, long, blonde hair all wild and messy. Fuck, I’m horny. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or her. Then she glances at me and I hold my stare. Normally I would look away, but something about her intrigues me.

She points to her friend, the redhead gesturing that she likes me and I shake my head pointing back at her. She turns her finger on herself, with a bright red face and I nod my head.

She takes her hands and weaves them into her hair turning away from me and begins to dance some more. It’s like she is putting on a show, for me. Her friend is good and wasted, by her moves you can see she would be fun, but she looks like perhaps too many fun times have come her way.
No, thank you.

Nash passes me my beer as he stands talking to a group of people.

I don’t bother looking at him for long. Instead my eyes are on the blonde. She keeps looking at me as she moves and I love how my body responds to her. Everything is hot, from my head to my toes. That includes my cock, blood rushes to it, causing it to bulge in my pants.

She turns to me and gestures that I follow her, getting up I grab my crutches and make my way behind her. I make sure to keep a little distance between us, but my eyes are always on her sweet ass in a pair of tight jeans. She turns into the bathroom and I hesitate for half of a second, because of my leg, but then I envision her dancing for me and I keep going.

She’s waiting for me, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. The second I walk in, she moves, closing and locking the door behind me. “Hi,” she says.

“Hey,” I respond and remove my crutches, resting them against the wall, while I prop my body up on the sink. “You know if Trish knew I was in here with you, she’d be pissed as fuck.”

“Well, good for Trish,” I tell her. “I don’t even know her, plus she’s not my type.”

“But I am?” she questions, stepping to me, pressing our bodies closely together.

“You are.”

“So are you,” she says, wrapping her arms around me and looking in my eyes.

Then without warning, I kiss her. Going right in for her soft, pink lips. She moans in response moving her hands to my hair. Our mouths become a tangled mess. Not only does she kiss like Arion, but she also tastes like her.

Taking my hands, I cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. With my eyes tightly shut, I imagine that I am in this moment with Arion. She kisses me harder and I’m rewarded with her two nipples as they pucker for me.

Trailing my hands down I grab the bottom of her shirt pulling it over her head. She unclasps her bra and the instant that she is topless, I pull away, taking a good look at her perfect tits.

It’s been too long since I’ve seen a pair of these, or felt them for that matter. Reaching up I caress both of them. She surprises me by reaching into my pants while we get lost in another kiss. I can’t help but let out a moan when her warm hand makes contact with my aching cock. She’s aggressive just like Arion and I love that.

She smiles unbuttoning my jeans and kneels in front of me. I watch what she is doing and it doesn’t take her but half of a second to pull my cock out. She jerks the skin of my shaft and already I want to blow.

“Can I suck you?” she asks.

“By all means,” I respond. She takes me into her mouth, hard and ready. The tightness of her lips is really something else. Her eyes are locked on mine as she moves. She has the bluest of eyes and I think that is where the resemblance to Arion lies. I can’t help but reach down with one of my hands and tug on her nipple. While my other hand has to brace my weight against the countertop.

I love that she doesn’t care about my leg, I actually feel comfortable with her, which is strange considering I don’t even know her name. Briefly she stops, still pushing and pulling my cock with her firm grip. Then she puts not one, but both of my balls into her mouth swirling around and around with her expert tongue. It takes everything I have to stay quiet, fuck it feels good. Then she drags her tongue up my shaft. Looking down at her, I know the second she sucks me again, I’m going to explode. And explode I do. Releasing her hand she takes me deep and I grunt like an animal, releasing the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. As I drench her mouth with my cum, she keeps her movements steady…and slow.

Finally she pulls away and stands before me. “Fuck, that was amazing,” I tell her, wishing more than anything that I was in this moment with Arion.

She begins to unbutton her pants and I can’t believe she wants to bang now. Reaching over, I help her and she steps closer to me. Then someone knocks on the door and we both freeze. “Andrea? You in there?”

Fuck, my boyfriend
. She mouths to me putting her head in her hand and shakes it back and forth. Sonofabitch.

“Nah man, I’m just pissing,” I tell him.

“You sure? Her friends said she came in here.”

“I’m fucking sure, check the upstairs bathroom.”

Reaching behind me I turn the water on. It gets quiet and I assume he left. Andrea drops to the floor and looks under the door. Looking up at me she places her finger over her mouth and stays right where she is. Looking down at her, I can’t believe myself. I guess this is one way to work towards getting over Arion.

“Hey baby,” I answer the phone, picking up a basket of laundry. “How was practice?”

“It was interesting and long. I’m so glad it’s over.”

“Oh, me too, I miss you.”

“I miss you. So I was thinking we could eat out tonight, what do you think?”

“Sure, I’m finishing up the laundry now, so I haven’t even thought of dinner.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up in thirty. I love you, Arion.”

“I love you too.”

We hang up and my stomach feels uneasy. There was something off with Bain’s tone. I’m not sure what it was, but it was there. Crap, maybe he is going to propose tonight.

Glancing in our closet, I decide to keep it simple and put on a pair of black, tight pants with an oversized, teal, sheer, button-down top. I pair my outfit with Bain’s favorite heels. Looking in the mirror, I’m ready to head out. Guy is sleeping peacefully on his bed next to the fireplace, so I decide to leave him undisturbed and hope the decision doesn’t bite me in the ass when we get home. He’s been getting into some trouble lately, but I decide to give him the chance.

I go downstairs and wait for Bain. The second that Herbert sees me exit the elevator a huge grin spreads across his face.

“How are you Ms. Arion?” he asks in his ever-proper tone.

“I’m good, how are you, Herbert?”

“Enjoying each breath that God blesses me with, what more could I ask for?”

“I guess nothing. I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. I hate to run, but Bain just pulled up.” Outside I see Carl’s black town car, Herbert opens the door for me and out comes Bain. Messy hair, jeans, and a button-down dress shirt which he has rolled the sleeves up on showing off his sexy tattoos. He closes the door and spots me as I head right towards him.

“Jesus, is this a dream?” he says engulfing me in his huge hold.

“Mmmmm,” I respond breathing him in. He smells of heaven, it absolutely takes my breath away.

“God, I missed you,” he says burying his nose in my hair one more time.

“Me too.”

“We should get going. I made reservations at your favorite restaurant.”

“How did you know I was craving it today?”

“I just knew.”

We get into the car and Carl says, “Hi Arion.”

“Hi,” I respond, then get lost in Bain’s mouth as it finds my throat. He leaves kisses all over me. Soft, warm, affectionate kisses, and I give in closing my eyes. Then I remember Carl is in the front seat and pull away. Bain groans in protest looking at me through hooded lids.

“Later,” I whisper into his ear.

He accepts my offer, although I can tell he doesn’t want to.

“My mom called today,” he says, doing a complete one eighty.

“How is she?”

“She’s okay, she wanted to see if we wanted to go to Costa Rica with them before the season starts.”

“Really? Why there?”

“My dad has a conference. What do you think?”

“I would love to.”

“Good, I’ll tell her. What did you do today?” he asks.

“Not much…worked, laundry, and cleaned a little. I think I got you a sweet deal with Gatorade.”

“Heck yeah, baby, that’s awesome.”

“Here we are,” Carl interrupts. “I’ll get the door for you guys.”

Bain exits the car reaching for my hand. I take it and keep my eyes on his, the way I always do in these situations. Looking around, there are just normal patrons on the street, and no one notices us, it feels so good.

We head inside and get seated right away. Bain requested our normal table…it’s nice and quiet and tucked away in the back of the restaurant with a beautiful view of the Hudson.

“You look stunning tonight,” he says.

“Thank you, baby. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

“Thanks. So how was Guy today?” he asks.

“He was good, minus barking at his shadow all day. I really think we should consider moving somewhere with a yard.”

“I know. I do too. That’s part of why I wanted to take you out to dinner.”

The waiter approaches and Bain orders a bottle of Don P. There must be something going on, considering that Don is a few hundred dollars a bottle.

“All right, spill it,” I order him to tell me.

“Can we wait for the champagne?”