The Madame (The Chloe Chronicals) Page 4

She starts to grind her pussy against my dick and I about come in my shorts like a teenage boy sucking on his first pair of tits. Shit! I drop my hands from her tits and then grab her hips to slow her down.

  Chloe leans over me and her nipples fall out of my mouth. Before I can get them back, her mouth is plastered on mine and she is shoving her tongue in my mouth. I break the kiss and then whisper: “Sweetness, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” To prove my point, I thrust up until my cotton covered dick is pushing into her lace covered pussy.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

  What the fuck? Now I’m dreaming about fucking her? This is insane.

  I take my dick in my hand and stroke it until I come all over my stomach and even with that orgasm, I still feel need. I’m still in need for her and it’s driving me insane.

  In this moment, with my come drying on my stomach, I’ve come to the realization that Chloe will be mine.

  Grant- Then

  “Oh fucking shit! Right there. Oh god, don’t stop!” Kayla yells as I continuously plow into her from behind. I’ve got her on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and my hand prints are glowing red on the fleshy part of her ass.

  I chuckle lightly and reach my left hand around from her ass and slip it between her legs. My fingers glide over the slick skin in between her pussy lips and my eyes roll back into my head. “If you keep squeezing me like that, baby-” My breath catches and I lose all train of thought as she does the one that I asked her not to do.

  With a desperate move to get back at her pushing me closer to the edge, I slap her clit with the tips of my fingers. “Grant, baby- Fuck!” She yells and then tenses around me.

  “You like pushing me closer to the edge, don’t you? Is that what you are trying to do? Push me to the point where I break and we are all fucked? Is that what you want?” I taunt her against her back and then sink my teeth right below her shoulders.

  She shakes her head a few times but doesn’t say anything. The little minx pushes back against me and begins to fuck me as I fuck her. I slow my hips down in order to make sure that she’s getting what she needs and when she yells, I know it’s time. I come so hard that the edges of my vision turns blurry.

  I roll off of Kayla and slip into my boxers. For the past week, she has been staying with me and I have a feeling that she’s going to live with me. Pregnancy has made her turned on all of the time so I normally wake up with her mouth around my dick.

  Her brown hair is messy from my fingers and her lips are swollen from mine. “Hey, baby. How was that?” I ask and climb back into bed. I pull the blankets over me and fling an arm around her.

  Chloe is still on my mind and I’m dying to know where she is, but I need to start focusing on becoming a dad. Kayla needs me more than anyone else and I need to be there for her. It fucking sucks because I would rather be with Chloe. However, what the fuck him I supposed to do?

  She giggles and places my hand on her growing bump. “Amazing. You are so good.”

  *

  Bang! Bang!

  “Grant!” Kayla’s voice calls out to me through my sleep. “There’s someone at the door.”

  I reach over under my bedside table for my gun, and then get out of bed. “I will be right back.”

  “Do you really need the gun?”

  I ignore her and walk towards the door. I look through the peephole and see face of the woman who started all of this. She’s the reason why Chloe left because she couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut. I rip the door open and glare at her. “What do you want?” I growl and block the opening so she can’t come in.

  Christine must have not taken the hint because she has squeezed herself in between myself and the door to get into my apartment. Her tall body is dressed in yoga pants and a tight tee shirt. It’s funny to see her look so unkempt because she normally tries to look pretty.

  “So, I received something from the owner of the apartments and Chloe requested she be taken off of the lease. Have you spoke to her in a while?” The words that came out of her paint her as a woman that cares about her former best friend, but I know the truth.

  Christine is jealous of Chloe and always has been. “No, I haven’t. Hell, I haven’t talked to Howard either.” She’s fucking fishing and it’s disgusting. “Chloe is not coming back anytime soon.”

  “Grant?” I hear a delicate voice and I turn to see Kayla dressed in a sheet. She looks angelic and sleepy at the same time. “Who’s this?” The jealousy is there and I mentally smirk at it.

  “Hey, baby. This is Christine. We went to college together.” Of course, I’m being vague but there is no way in hell that I’m going to let Kayla know what Christine did. “Chris, this is Kayla, my, uh…”

  Kayla walks up to us and wraps her arm around me but is holding her sheet with one hand. “The mother of his child.”

  The other woman looks as if she’s going to faint and I can’t help but worry what the hell is going to happen. “Oh, wow. I’m sorry. Well, congratulations and I will see you guys around.” And with that, she spun on her heels and ran out the door.

  “Why was she here?”

  I throw my arm around her shoulder and pull her in. “She was just checking on Chloe and Howard. We were all friends.”

  “Oh.”

  “Get your ass in the bedroom and take the sheet off. I want your ass in the air by the time I get there,” I demand. Kayla squeals and runs to the room.

  I’m fucking worried that all of my lies are about to catch up to me but there is not much that I can do. I can’t let Kayla know that I have been hiding her for the past few months while I played house with Chloe and I got to know her again.

  I got to know the Chloe that the FBI groomed and the bad ass woman who still didn’t take shit. I got to fall in love with her all over again and now she’s gone.

  Howard- Then

  I awoke with a kink in my neck and the warm weight of a soft woman who is curled against my side. Jesus, my neck hurts. I try to discreetly stretch out my neck and then roll it to the back. Didn’t help.

  Since it’s already going to be a problem, I deal with the discomfort and snuggle deeper into the couch and hold her closer. Chloe’s heart shaped lips are slightly parted and I can hear the deep breathing from her. The dark eyelashes from her mascara are fluttering lightly against her cheeks and she looks perfect.

  I watched her sleep like a stalker until her dog woke up. Steve let out his potty cry and Chloe jumped up and sat right up. “Jesus, Steve!” She yells and places her hand over her heart like she’s trying to calm it down. “That damn dog and his bark!”

  “Go back to sleep, I can let him out for you.”

  Without much of an argument, her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing went deep again. “Come on, big mouth,” I call out to the dog and get off of the Barbie sized couch.

  My whole body groans with displeasure as I stretch out my back. I can already feel the kinks as they penetrate my body. I need to schedule a massage ASAP when all of this is over with. Or maybe I can get Chloe to do it for me…

  No! I can’t think about that.

  I take Steve outside where he sniffs the ground and snorts like a wild hog up and down the street. He’s being crazy but I can tell that he’s probably tired of being cooped up in her apartment.

  When we hit the corner of her new block, I pull out my old phone and power it on. Since I’m not directly in front of her apartment, the chances of being tracked are slim to none and I want to make sure she’s safe.

  There’s a flood of voicemails and text messages that my phone freezes while it tries to keep up with the bing of the messages. I’m not interested in a majority of the messages but I’m wondering if Grant has tried to get in touch with me. Or what he’s up to. Or maybe if he could let me know what the fuck he did to Chloe.

  I scan the fifty-six voicemails until I reach one from Grant. I click on the latest voicemail from him and listen to his whiny voice. “He
y, Howard. Where the fuck are you guys? Captain says that you are out on a mission. Why aren’t you answering your phones? Are you guys fucking safe?” It disconnected before he finished his barrage of questions.

  I shut the thing off after that message and shove it back into my pocket. I’m not interested in hearing what he has to say since he obviously fucked up big time in order to piss her off.

  “Are you ready to go back, big mouth?” I ask Steve who is grunting with his nose stuck to the ground. “I will take that as a no. Let’s see what’s around the corner.”

  I’ve been to Las Vegas before but only to the casinos and the shows so this new to me. It’s the actual city that I get to see and it’s not what I expected. There are parts that are run down and then there are nice parts as well.

  Chloe is staying in one of the safer neighborhoods.

  How do we get twenty or so girls to safety without blowing our covers? I already know that they would kill me and Barry would be tortured if we got found out. What they would do to Chloe is what scares the shit out of me.

  If we act too quickly then Vlad and Dom will know what we are doing but if we don’t, it could be too late. There is no winning in this. Even when we do save them, and I do mean that, these poor girls are going to have to live with this for the rest of their lives.

  One of the hardest parts about being a cop is making sure that we save people. But what happens to the people that we save after everything is over with? These poor girls are going to have to look at themselves in the mirrors every day and know what happened to them.

  Hell, I don’t even think I could live with what I’m about to do. What I’m about to do is probably going to send me to hell and cost me my badge, but it needs to be done. I don’t see anyone else coming up with anything.

  Chloe- Then

  I stretch out like a cat from a long nap and tilt my neck from side to side. Nope. Good. No kink in it. There’s a warmth on the side of my cheek from laying on Howard and I blush all the way through my body.

  Throughout my college years and adult life, I have only turned to a man for one thing and that is his dick. However, Howard proved to be something more to me last night. He didn’t press me over what happened with Grant and Christine. He actually spent time with me because he’s my friend.

  And what’s up with him shutting me down for sex? I definitely didn’t expect that. I have sensed that he has showed me some interest or did I imagine that? Have I gone completely insane that I can’t even pick up whether or not he likes me?

  God damn it. I have become one of those chicks that I hate.

  I hear the door handle turn and then Steve’s bark before footsteps come back into the apartment. “I will say that they at least set you up in a nice area. It seems pretty safe over here.”

  I chuckle with the amount of worry that he had in his voice. “Do you really think that I have anything to worry about, sweetheart? Look at me. I’m a fucking FBI agent about to bring down sex traffickers. I think I can protect myself.”

  He unleashes Steve and then walks over to me. Once Howard is standing in front of my lounged out body on the couch he sits down on his knees. He takes each of my hands in his own and then squeezes. “I know it’s been a while for you, so I’m going to break it down for you.” His blue eyes are blazing with intensity. “You have to know how important you are to me and how much it would fucking wreck my world if anything happened to you. Right?”

  Shaking my head, I squeeze his hands back. “What are you saying?”

  “Don’t be a dumb ass, Chloe. You know how much you mean to me. Now get your little ass into the shower so you can make me breakfast.” And just like that. The moment was gone and we were back to being playful.

  I take longer than necessary in the shower and I really don’t give a fuck about it. Even though it’s probably a wasted effort, I shave all over and take care in making sure that there aren’t any stragglers. Once I’m out of the shower, I rub lotion all over my body and then shimmy into a pair of yoga pants. They aren’t the super tight ones where you can see the freckle on my asscheek, but they are pretty tight.

  My hair is all snarly because of the change in water that it’s going through. Las Vegas’ water is different than what I am used to and my hair is pissed at me. Since I’m not going to see Vlad or Dom today, I don’t worry about blow drying it and I just leave it curly.

  I spritz on some light and airy perfume as I walk out of my room to see Howard leaning over the coffee pot. “Whatcha doing? Are you going to stare at it or are you going to make us some coffee?” I holler out and he spins on me.

  “You clean up nice.” His eyes climb up and down my body. My skin feels hot at his appraisal of me. “I was thinking that your coffee machine is about the most complicated machine I have ever seen. How the fuck do you get this thing to work?”

  Oh my God! I blurt out my laughter and place my hand on the wall to brace myself. “Are you serious? It’s so easy!” I walk over to him and slap him upside the head. “Come on, special, let mama show you how it’s done.” I reach over and grab one of those K-pods out of the container that I store them in, and switch my coffee maker to carafe. Once that’s done, I grab a big mug off the drying rack next to the sink and then walk over to the fridge for the filtered water. Like a smart ass, I look at him with wonder. “Are you following, big boy?”

  “I ought to spank your ass for being such a smart ass.”

  I set the mug down and then place my hand over the tops of my breasts. “Me? A smart ass? I think you are mistaken!”

  After showing him how to do it, I shout out like an announcer: “Well, Howard is now well versed as to how to brew himself a cup of coffee. The world can now keep on turning.”

  He chokes on his sip of coffee out of my bright pink mug and then starts laughing hysterically. “Come on. Let’s get going. You have to learn more Russian. You kind of sounded like Borat or something. Whacko.”

  I laugh along with his example only because I was thinking that same thing but he said it. It’s true. I did sound like someone who was trying too hard to have an accent.

  “We are going to need to call Barry over here so we can come up with a plan. The evidence we have is only circumstantial. You know we are going to need a lot more,” I say as I take a drink of my chocolate flavored coffee. I like my coffee to taste like dessert and this is definitely one of my favorites.

  He takes a sip of his and groans lightly. “Man, you like your shit to be strong.”

  I shrug and continue on with drinking it. “What do you think about following them? We need to find out where they are getting these girls and they won’t tell either of us because we are fucking new.”

  It’s Howard’s turn to shrug and he does. “I know. But we have to be careful. We can’t go into something half cocked. That’s how people end up getting killed.”

  “Do you think we should include Barry?” I’m hoping that Howard is on my wavelength and I don’t have to explain what I’m thinking. That would take too much time and if I say it out loud, it will only confirm that I have gone completely bat shit crazy.

  Howard- THen

  I consider her idea for a moment and then see the look that is on her face. She’s nervous and wanting to end this. I could tell instantly that she’s feeling as if she is not doing enough to end the ring.

  “Let’s do it.”

  Which is where we find ourselves three hours later. In my car that I brought from Colorado and we are on the corner of the two nondescript roads and we are waiting.

  “So, are you going to tell me why you took this job?” I ask as I take a drink of my new coffee. Her shit tastes awful and I’m surprised she even likes it.

  She shrugs and takes a drink of the coffee she made at her house. “I needed to secure my position in the bureau.”

  Chloe acts as if I don’t know her. I know she’s running from something and I have a feeling it’s Grant. “Gotcha.” I decided that it’s not a good idea to try and push her in
to telling me what is really going on and I left it alone.

  Before she could segue the conversation away from herself, which I’m positive she’s trying to think of a way, there’s a car that parks about fifty yards away from us. Someone slams the door open and then gets out of the car. We have been sitting here for hours and this is the first movement since we got here.

  “It’s about time!” She calls and then pulls out her phone. I can see her pulling up the DMV records to look up the license plate number.

  “Did you find anything?” I ask anxiously. Being out here is making me nervous and I want to make sure that Chloe is safe as much as possible. Which is fucking silly, since she can probably kick my ass. Or, I would just let her.