An hour later, I was still in the same spot when Alana returned with the things I needed. I wanted a hot shower, clean clothes, and a meal that didn’t taste like it was prepared in a high school cafeteria.
“Order us food. I’m about to take a shower,” I said, standing from where I had been sitting while she was gone.
“Like what? What do you want to eat?”
I chuckled and smiled. “Shit, it don’t matter. Anything is better than what I’ve had for the past ten years.”
Alana’s expression changed fast. I wasn’t trying to make her feel bad; I was just speaking the truth. She would have to get used to that. There was no denying what my life had been and pretending it hadn’t happened wouldn’t change that.
I pulled her close to me and let my chin rest on the top of her head. “Go order the food. We can talk while we eat.” I let her go enough to kiss her forehead before I completely released her from my embrace.
She left the room and I grabbed a few things from the bags she placed on the bed then headed to the bathroom. Life would be different now. For both of us.
“Sinclair.” Alana’s soft voice broke a little as my name flowed from her lips. That was one thing about her that hadn’t changed.
Lifting her leg a little higher so I could dig deeper, I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I prepared to let go of the past ten years of aggression. We had plenty of time to make up for the condensed version I would give her. But fuck, I couldn’t help it. Ten years without consistent pussy had me nutting prematurely and I couldn’t do shit about it.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t had any at all, because I was good for once or twice a week with a few of the female staff members who worked out at Rikers, but that was just head or a quick nut. It was amazing what they wanted in return for small privileges. It was a win-win. I was comfortable there and they got hit off every now and then.
In no way did it compare to having the real thing. Most of the time it was rushed and in cramped spaces, but right now, being with Alana again made me remember what I had missed all these years. The more I thought about it, the more aggressive I got. I started dipping in and out of her, trying my best to erase the existence of anyone who occupied her time while I was away.
Yeah, that was childish and some immature type shit, but fuck, I was a man first and my ego was somthing I couldn’t control. I wasn’t really worried though. William wasn’t handling her body the way I could. That was evident by the way she ran from the dick, whimpering my name like she was barely hanging on. Premature nut or not, it was the best one she’d had since the last time I was between her legs, so I felt accomplished.
When I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pressed her inner thigh with one hand and used the other to grip her ass and pull her into me as I released so hard my body had nothing left to give.
After I finally had the strength to move, I rolled to my side and pulled Alana into my chest, letting my lips crash against hers before I pulled back and just looked at her.
Her eyes were on me while a lazy grin adorned her face.
After all these years, she was still sexy as hell. Age had barely touched her because her body was tight. She was all about appearances, so she would be on point. When I saw pictures of her in the paper, standing with William’s bitch ass at some fundraiser or social function, I could just tell she still had it.
Now, lying next to her, I knew for sure. She was every bit as sexy today as she had been the last time I’d seen her.
“Stop looking at me like that. You’re making me nervous.”
I chuckled and kissed her nose before I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. I glanced at her over my shoulder as she pulled the covers up, covering her chest and resting her head on her hand while she held her body up with her elbow.
“It’s been a long time, baby. If I want to look at you, I will, and how I look at you shouldn’t matter. I missed you.”
“You make me nervous the way you’re looking at me,” she said lustfully.
Like her, I’d kept myself together. I was naturally slim, but with nothing but time on my hands, I had kept in shape. Pushup, sit-ups, and weights when I got the chance. Anything to keep my mind focused. It paid off because at fifty-two years old I had a better body than men half my age.
“Why you nervous, Lanni? Because you’re embarrassed about giving my pussy away? Don’t be. He ain’t got shit on me. We both know that.” I winked at her and stood before I headed to the bathroom.
“I haven’t been with him in months, and when I was, it wasn’t you,” she called behind me.
I chuckled because I already knew that. The reason she kept coming to me, even after she married William, was that I owned her heart and kept her satisfied. He only had titles and a reputation. He couldn’t compete with me on any other level. I knew that, and so did he, which was why he made sure he’d gotten me out of her life in a way that would cut off all access. Hemight have accomplished that physically, but Alana belonged to me and always would.
Now that I was home, I planned to make him pay. I would start by paying him a visit to let him know I’d fucked her in the apartment and bed his money paid for and had her dizzy and satisfied.
Daddy was home and I was about to paint the city red.
Chapter 44
Trooper
“Mr. Carter, I’m sure you think this is a joke, but understand this, we know everything about you. We know how you got your start and how you made your money. We know about your connection to Sinclair Taylor and Carlos Robertson. None of that really matters to us right now. You can walk if you’ll just tell us what we need to know.”
