Chapter twenty-five:
3 months ago
Jesse
I woke to my cell vibrating against my thigh, and Laney groaning and trying to roll away from me. Instead I took my cell from my pocket and threw it across the room before grabbing Laney and pulling her backside tight against my dick.
I was hard and ready for her, and she writhed against me with a sigh.
I reached between us, sliding my hand over her body and then dragging her panties down her thighs. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out, and I used my thigh to nudge her legs apart before I placed my dick at her entrance and slowly slid myself inside. She sighed and moaned as I sunk balls-deep, pushing back on me and giving a little grunt.
My cell continued to ring from across the room, and it was important that I answered it because, from the sound of the ringtone, it was the club and you always answered when the club called. But my dick was tucked deep inside of her and my hand was cupping one of her breasts while my hips rolled over and over. She moaned as I sped up, and I rolled her nipple between my fingers as I slid all the way out and then slammed myself back home, making her gasp and cry out, her hand reaching around to claw at my thigh muscles.
I pushed her onto her front and dragged her up to all fours so I could settle myself behind her, my hands on her hips as she dipped her head low and raised her ass high, and then I was pounding into her over and over until I felt my balls tighten and then release and make us both call out. I laid myself over her back, letting the final throes of my orgasm wash over me while I massaged her breasts and kissed her shoulder.
My cell rang again and I growled in annoyance. I was more than ready to blow someone’s fucking head off for continuously calling me.
“You better get that,” Laney said with a little laugh. “I need to go shower. And get some aspirin. And eat. And get some coffee,” she grumbled.
I pulled out of her and she lay back down.
“But first I need to sleep some more.” She dragged the covers over her head and I laughed and slid out of bed.
I found my cell on the floor by the chest of drawers that Butch had gotten us from a yard sale. It was solid oak and looked like brand new. I picked up my cell and opened it and pressed it to my ear.
“Who is it?” I snapped into the phone. “And what the fuck do you want?”
“It’s Casa.”
“Great—anything else you got to tell me or were you just calling to hear the sound of my voice while you jacked off into your hand?”
“It’s about your brother,” he replied. His voice sounded grim, like he’d just been dragged from sleep himself, and I paused to give myself a moment before saying anything else. He sounded like shit; his tone deep and hesitant, not like his usual; upbeat and fast-paced.
“What about him?” I asked. I backed up to the bed, suddenly needing to sit down. I didn’t know what Casa was going to say next, but my body was bracing myself for bad news all the same.
“He’s gone,” he replied.
“Gone? Gone the fuck where?”
“Jesse?” Laney said, sitting up behind me and clearly sensing that something wasn’t okay.
“Casa? Where the fuck is Butch?” I asked, this time the words barely making it out of my mouth. My chest felt tight and heavy, like something was pressing against it, and I put a hand to it, wondering why the fuck it felt so constricted.
“He’s dead, brother, I’m sorry,” Casa said, his final word a whisper.
“Fuck you, Casa, that shit ain’t funny. Now what do you want?” I stood up but then immediately sat back down again.
Laney sat up next to me and I could feel her worried gaze on the side of my face. I stared into the air in front of me, my own gaze unfocused as I let Casa’s words sink in. It couldn’t be true; Butch couldn’t be dead. Not Butch.
“I’m serious, Jesse, and I’m sorry. Real fucking sorry, brother.”
“Go fuck yourself!” I snarled out and hung up.
I continued to stare into the air in front of me, trying to process what kind of fucked-up person would say something like that to his friend. What kind of sick motherfucker would tell someone that their brother was dead? I was struggling to think of reasons for not going to Casa’s house and blowing his brains out right that fucking minute, because that was what he deserved.
The shit he was spewing, well that shit wasn’t funny.
Laney put her hands on the side of my face and turned my head so I would look at her. “Jesse?” she whispered out. “What is it?” her eyes were glassy, tears already brimming.
