Slick as Ides (15 page)

“I’ll be deleting those from your files today,” she says, breathing heavy.

“Those pictures—God, they’re my favorite wallpapers.” I lick my bottom lip and bite it,
hard
, through a wicked grin.

Her breath catches, then goes shallow, and I can tell I’m turning her on.

“Do you look at those often?”

“Fuck—you know I do. All the. Damn. Time. Can’t get enough of looking at you with your cunt on display, my dick all over you. It’s art, baby. Fucking sexy as hell.”

“Shhhiit,” she whispers, and there’s movement on her end. It sounds rough, like she’s just shoved herself up against a wall—probably hiding so no one will see her reactions. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her hushed, low, husky breath makes my balls tighten.

“Mmmnnnnuuuugh,” I grunt, and fuck, I’m really close.

I shove my pants down lower, so I don’t get any come on them.

“Gaaawd.” She pants harder.

“Ahhhh . . . Fuuuuuuuck, Ides—you have me so crazy for you,” I moan and my breathing gets obscenely loud, crescendos, and I’m right fucking there, leaking, and she’s calling me an asshole.

That’s right, baby . . .
My nasty woman likes the sound of me about to climax.

“Jeeeesus, Vapor.” She sounds hoarse like I’ve just fucked her throat raw.

And then I’m undone, convulsing, weaving around in this small space, drunk off the sound of her saying my name like that.

I lean over the toilet and my come spurts all over the place, landing on the seat, on the walls, and very little in the actual bowl.

“Oooohhhhh, hohhh, hohhh, hohhh.” I choke on my breath, trying to catch it.

“Fuck you!” she growls.

“Thanks. Yeah, tonight, sweetheart, we will. Wait up for me. Be naked in your bed—save me some time,” I say, and hang up. Ropes will definitely be required.

When I get back to the courtroom after cleaning myself up, I’m more relaxed and ready to face her.

I smile at her. She flips me off under the table and scowls at me.

Well, God, she wants it bad if she’s doing that.

I nod as if to the beat of a song, and I almost strut on my way over to her. My erection’s finally gone, so I don’t look like such a prick. This also means I need to keep the flirting to a minimum so I can keep from getting aroused again.

“Was it good for you?”
Nope. That’s not the plan, Nick. Shut the fuck up now.
I rub my chest.

She glowers and looks away, keeping silent. My eyes rake over her body, and instead of unbuttoning a few on her dress to taunt me, she’s done the opposite, looking almost frail and virginal, with her dress all modest and blue like the innocent sky, and fastened up to her neck.

Fuck. She’s killing me. This is worse. I’ll be imagining tearing those buttons off with my teeth now, just to get at her, and release her inner slut.

“I always say a break can be a nice thing. Wouldn’t you agree, Riot?” I ask her lawyer.

His brows shove together, and then his head suddenly snaps toward her pouting figure, turned away from us.

He shoots me a death glare, and I chuckle.

It’s pretty obvious he thinks I fucked her during the fifteen minutes we were away.

God, I should be so lucky.

I step back over to my side of the room. Jason grins, and the judge returns, taking a seat.

The pen lands right back on his lips while he swivels his chair a little.

“This is what I see,” he begins. “This is indeed a weapon, and I rule in favor of the plaintiff. They have all rights to this invention, and as such, the deal is null and void. The defendant is to receive half the payment originally agreed to since Ides Notions Inc. overshot the mark, taking no thought on how this new invention could be a menace to society.”

Dena stands up but remains quiet.

The judge motions for me to step forward, and he hands me back the implement.

“I hope Shilling Corporation has experts that can dismantle this thing and make it safer so I don’t have to be faced with another lawsuit down the road on this contraption and deal with the ramifications of reckless inventions.”

“They do.” I nod. They have Jason and me. We can do whatever the fuck we want to this thing. “It’ll be taken care of.”

The judge dismisses us, and before I catch her out in the parking lot, she’s gone, and Riot’s disappeared as well.

“Keep your dick in your pants, Son,” the boss says, chuckling as he passes me up to get to his Ferrari 599.

I laugh. Not because he looks kind of childish in that thing, but because she had a more expensive car than his with her Bugatti Veyron EB, Westin and I stole. And, fuck, did she ever look amazing in that thing, but she’d look even better with me inside her, riding her in the backseat of it.

* * *

O
nce it’s dark, I park her car in her driveway and chuckle as I imagine her facial expression when she finds it in the morning—safe and
silver
.

I slip out of the car and try to get into her house my usual way, but it’s not working.

I call up Jason.

“She’s made a new chip,” he answers.

“Fuck, how did she have time for that?”

“Who the hell knows? She’s Ides—that’s what she does. Oh, and just so you know, this one is better—stronger. It overrides all of the old chip’s commands, so yours is useless.” He sniffs.

“It’s not useless. I’ll find a way to work around this.” I end the call.

I head to her backyard and find her bedroom window, then rap on it like some twisted, teenaged pervert, trying to sneak into his girlfriend’s room late at night.

There’s no answer, of course, but I get a new call.

Oh fucking hell . . .

I answer it, and all at once I know it’s her as a feminine breath washes through the phone line.

“Ahhhhh, uuuuhhhh . . . Uh-uhhhh . . . Ahhhhh,” she sighs and breathes hard.

I throb—I breathe almost as hard as her while the obscene call escalates into gasping moans.

“Oh God.” Her breaths are jagged and choppy.

A few grunts and the sound of fabric being rustled makes my cock twitch and harden to granite.

Swiiipap, swiipap, swiiipap.

The unmistakable sound of a very wet pussy being assaulted by fingers or a dildo, tortures me.

I pull myself up onto her window ledge, and though I can’t see all the way in her bedroom, I can see the mattress shaking.

Click. Bzzzz . . .

Shit. She’s got a vibrator out now?

“Oooohhhh, I’m coming, Jaaaaason,” she cries out.

Then . . . Dirty girl falls apart, she goes all breathy and high pitched, and like a fucking kid, I almost come in my pants.

“Fuck,” I groan.

I hear a distinct smack on her wall inside her bedroom, and then she sighs like it’s the best sex she’s ever had.

“I’ll find a way in,” I call out.

She laughs.

And that’s when I climb up her damn wall, and circle her chimney.

Fucking cunt’s begging for my dick.

I’ll have it. And if she says that stupid name, Jason, again, I’ll gag her and then kick my roommate’s ass, all because she’s using his name to get to me.

Yeah, I’ll gag her until she remembers whose name should be falling off those cock-sucking lips.

Vapor
—thicker than the air she breathes, and deeper inside her body than anyone’s ever been.

Chapter 9

Ides

He’s on my roof.

I yawn, then call up Riot.

“What’s he doing
now
?” he answers the call, sounding half-dead.

“He’s trying to break in, unsuccessfully.” My gut tightens at the thought of letting Nick in and what he might do to me when he’s this worked up into a frenzy. What sinfully delicious things he might do and document by
filming
. That man is kinky as hell.

My pussy swears that’s the case as well, as I change my underwear again.

Just having him prowling around out there is doing some fucked up things to me.

My breasts are painful, and my nipples are so tight and rubbing on my bra—it’s maddening. Is there no relief?

“This isn’t a game,” he tells me.

“I know, but it is to him.”

He sighs. “He broke into my home today.”

“Why didn’t you call the cops?” I ask, getting up and bringing my sex toys to the bathroom.

I drop them in a bowl of cleaning fluids, and then wash my hands while I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder.

“
What
—like you did? You didn’t even tell that judge today he was the jackass who stole your car,” he reminds me.

“Why would that’ve mattered? The car, while I’m pissed he took it, doesn’t matter. It’s a distraction. It’s not what he’s after.”

“I know that, but why would he even admit to all that today?” His tone is sharper than it has ever been.

“To rub it in our faces,” I reply, listening for sounds of Nick on my roof.

I walk back into my room and slip into some comfortable clothes.

Black. Safe. Predictable, and what I need with him pawing and scratching around out there like a wild animal. My very own predator, trying to find a way in.

Good Lord, he’s tenacious, and my will’s slipping . . . Almost gone.

The exact reason I called Riot—to unknowingly talk me out of allowing Vapor inside my bedroom, and handing him my handcuffs with a smile and a new insult.

He’s lucky I know it’s him, or my chip would’ve already sent the police here.

Police that I can trust—not the crooked ones that have helped my father.

When I’m dressed, I head into my office.

“Well, what did he take from your house?” I ask.

“Nothing as far as I can tell. I’m not entirely sure what he’s after.” I hear a scratching sound, but this time it’s from Riot, and I roll my eyes.

“I’ll let you go,” I say.

“Why?”

“I’m not stupid. I know what you’re doing, and I’ve already had to deal with that today from another man,” I complain.

“Oh, God, are you serious? He jacked off on the phone while he was talking to you?”

“See—now this is so wrong. You’re my lawyer
and
my friend—why are
you
whacking it while I’m talking to you?”

“I-I’m not,” he stammers.

“You
are
. Goodbye. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and next time you leave all my supplies to make my hand sanitizer, can you leave it in the garage instead of on the kitchen counter?” I request, swapping the phone to my other ear for a moment as I peer out my window and watch the rope slip up the side of my roof. I chuckle.

Nick’s ludicrous at times. This isn’t Mount Everest. It’s a basic roof.

“I didn’t bring your supplies inside. I couldn’t get in. You switched the codes to the locks. I still have them sitting in my car. I meant to give them to you today after the hearing, but you left so quick because you were so upset that I couldn’t,” he responds.

Shit. Nick left me the stuff I needed?

Why would he do that?

He hates my neuroses.

Did he piss in the ingredients or something?

I squint and watch the last of the dangling rope disappear.

“Oh, great,” I mutter. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about my supplies. Just hold on to them in case I need them in the future. But before I go . . . Why didn’t you tell me he was the plaintiff’s attorney before I got to court?”

He exhales. “I didn’t know it was him. Jesus, Ides. The paperwork said Stromman, Leibers and Johnston—Attorneys at Law. How was I supposed to know he’d be the one representing that asshole?”

“Who was the man sitting next to him?”

“His name’s Stephen Reid,” he answers.

I gasp. That dickhead! That was his father? And he changed his last name, too?

What the hell? Is the entire family on some kind of experimental medication gone wrong?

They need their own reality show.

“What? What’s wrong, Dena? Why’d you make that sound? Did he break in through a window? Is Vapor in your house right now?”

I rub my eyes with the heel of my left hand. “No, and he won’t get in, but I gotta go. Thanks for everything. You’re an amazing friend, and a terrific lawyer.”

“In case you forgot—we lost today,” he says, his tone flat and lifeless.

“It doesn’t matter. You got me through it, and I thought I was gonna lose it when the judge started orally fixating on his pen. Yick!”