He gave a tug on her nipple as he ground into her body as she came. It felt like minutes, hours. It wouldn’t stop. She didn’t want it to. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if he had come with her. Instead he lifted her up and came between then. Ropes of hot cum shot up his stomach.
He let out a cry, his back bowed as if in pain until he sunk into the bed completed and drained. Shay slid to his side and snuggled into him. Her body humming still from the orgasm. Neither spoke, just laid there in each other’s arms not wanting to think about the world outside the bedroom or just a little while longer.
Chapter 26
Greg walked the street to where his contact, Pete, normally hung out. It was on the seedier side of town where gangs liked be. He didn’t normally meet Pete here, but Greg didn’t have time to call him and set up a meet. Greg and his team needed answers now and Pete had them.
Twice now Pete had given him bad intel. First, with the drugs and the second had been a trap. He didn’t know what motivated Pete to do that. They’d had a working relationship for over a year now without incident.
Greg had met him when Pete had tried to pick his pocket. Being caught Pete promised to help Greg out. Greg recognized the potential of having an insider on the streets. Pete had associations with every crime in the city.
So why now was he turning on him? That’s what he needed to find out.
Greg’s eyes scanned the occupants of the street. Most were homeless and hung around the street corners looking for handouts. Some were small time drug dealers looking to make a quick buck.
He ignored them all, his focus only on one individual. There. Pete stood with a small group of three others. They were talking and laughing without a care in the world. Pete’s gaze drifted over to him. The grin on his face vanished. His dark skin turned ashen and he looked as if he’d seen a ghost. To him maybe he was since he sent Greg to his death.
In a blink Pete took off running down the street away from him. Greg darted after him. For a man that was in his early fifties, Pete was fast. Good thing Greg worked out every day.Ran for miles. Before Greg could catch up, Pete darted left and headed down a side alley.
Greg didn’t keep going to head toward the same alley, he went down the one closest to him to cut Pete off. He leapt over several trash bags and debris scattered across the alley ground. It was best not to think about what was under his feet.
A few heads poked out from their tent shelters but no one tried to stop him. Just up a head he saw the opening to the next street. Greg put on a burst of speed and collided with Pete just as he was passing.
Greg opened his arms and linebacker tackled him to the ground. Greg grunted from the hard impact with the assault but held on as they skidded across the ground. Greg stood up first grabbing Pete by the scruff of collar of his tattered plaid shirt and slammed him up against the brick wall next to the opening of the alley.
“Hello Pete,” Greg growled.
“Greg, I didn’t know it was you man.” Pete panted. His eyes darted left and right looking for an exit. Greg had a firm hold on him, Pete wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with him.
“Running from a lot of people these days, Pete?”
“What can I say, Greg?” Pete gave him a grin that Greg wanted to punch from his face. “I make friends wherever I go.”
“Why Pete?” Greg asked slamming him a little harder against the wall.
Pete winced in pain.
“It was nothing personal, Greg.” Pete pleaded with his eyes. It was the same pitiful look he’d given him when Greg caught him over a year ago.
“Really? Because it felt personal when you led me into a trap.” Greg gripped both sides of Pete’s shirt pulling him closer. “Start talking.”
“I can’t. They’ll kill me.”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t.” He wouldn’t. As angry as he was with Pete, the man did have his uses.
Pete must have sensed the trap he’d walked into. He was dead no matter he did. “I was paid to text you the location nothing else. I didn’t know what they planned.”
Greg wasn’t buying that for a second. Pete had lived on the streets and worked with enough shady people he knew. “Bullshit, you knew. You just didn’t care.”
“I’m a businessman, Greg.” As if that excused what he did. The man had no morals. Only out for himself. Greg shouldn’t be surprised, but after their close working relationship one could hope they wouldn’t be betrayed so easily for a few dollars.
“So you sold me out to the highest bidder. Who paid you?” He had a hunch but he wanted Pete to say it.
Pete kept his mouth shut.
“Talk,” Greg shouted.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Pete said cryptically.
