Lockdown: A Veiled Alliance Story Page 4

  “What?” She arched a brow. “Are you thinking I might need some recovery time? That I can’t keep up?”

  He grimaced. “I’m thinking I didn’t go about this right.”

  “Think I can’t take it? Can’t take you?”

  “I don’t usually fall on a woman and fuck her like a goddamn bear,” he growled.

  “Well, I liked it,” she said, softening her voice. “It was just what I needed.”

  He released a deep sigh and reached behind him to ease her legs to the mattress. Then he widened his legs and hugged her between his.

  She liked that he’d locked his cock between her thighs. He didn’t want to break the connection between them.

  “Don’t be looking for me to be sweet to you at work,” he said.

  She nodded slowly. “I’d be pissed if you let everyone there know I went down so easy.”

  He jogged his eyebrows up and down. “Yesterday was stressful.”

  “It was. But nothing I wasn’t expecting.”

  “Don’t get lulled into thinking it’s gonna be any easier from here on out. I won’t be sticking to you like glue. I expect you to hold your own weight.”

  Gillian traced a finger across the top of his upper lip. “I understand. You don’t like me being there. Probably think it’s the last place a woman should be. But you can’t help liking me, anyway. Has to be hard on you.”

  He rutted his hips, driving his still partially erect cock deep. “Honey, you have no idea.”

  They kissed again, with his cock sliding deeper, this time on its own because it was hardening again, stretching her walls as it thickened.

  “You have the most amazing dick,” she whispered.

  “It’s here for you,” he said, stroking into her again. “Whenever you need it.”

  “A relationship based on mutual need. I can handle that,” she said playfully, while her gaze told him she meant it. She wasn’t looking for love. Wasn’t looking for a man in her life. But this was nice.

  He nodded. “Name’s Billy, by the way.”

  She arched one brow. “You or your cock.”

  The corners of his mouth curled upward. “He doesn’t have a name unless you want to give him one.”

  “We’ll call him The Terminator for now. Because he’s just about killed me.”

  “Now, you just got him interested again. Wouldn’t be fair to leave him like this.”

  “You’re right. I’m not a cock-tease. How would you like it?”

  “Fuck, when you say it like that, I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around him, but I don’t think I’ll last long, so why don’t you just turn around and hold on tight.”

  He lifted off her, pulling reluctantly out of her if the soft moan that slipped between his lips was any indication. She slid her legs from under him, and came eagerly to her knees, faced toward the headboard. She wrapped her hands around two sturdy oak spokes and widened her stance.

  “You're so damn wet…and red,” he said, his hands cupping her ass and spreading her. “You sure you’re ready for round two?”

  “Billy, you’re a dream come true. Stamina in spades. A a cock…” The cock in question butted against her sex, and then sank deep. “…Any girl would cry to have.”

  “Anything else you like about me?” he said, wry humor in his voice.

  “Anyone ever tell you that you look like Bruce Willis on steroids?”

  “Hell, no.”

  “I love Bruce.”

  “Bruce wouldn’t give it to you like this.”

  “Quit bragging and prove up, Officer Hedron.”

  Chapter 4

  Gabriel approached The Wizard later that night. Means sat on the steps between tier one and two, talking to three other inmates whose heads were bent toward him. The men looked as though they hung on every word he uttered. Either he was a real fascinating talker, or he might be the one. Demon’s seduced their prey—with words, with sex.

  He should know. He’d overcome Gillian’s resistance in moments. He wondered whether Billy had taken advantage of the gift he’d prepared for him but guessed that he’d know the moment he saw the man.

  Satiation had a way of softening even the roughest edges.

  Conversation halted as he drew closer to the group huddled on the steps. The Wizard gave him a hard glare.

  Gabriel gave him a slight smile, dipping his head and letting his eyelids roll down—the set that cloaked the inner demon fire banked in his eyes.

  It was just a quick reveal. As soon as he blinked again, the lids retreated. If The Wizard wasn’t plugged in, he’d think it a trick of the light.

  Gabriel ambled past. Not looking back. He’d made the first move. Now, he’d wait to see what happened next.

  Then he caught a scent. Something sweet drifting through all the blending testosterone and smells from the open toilets. Gillian.

  As he reached the second tier he turned and leaned against the rail to find her. She was in the control booth, drinking coffee.

  Billy Hedron stood behind her, wearing his shades, his mouth set in a grim line. When she shot his friend a glance over her shoulder, a look that said she was hyper-aware of how close he stood, Gabriel had his answer.

  Gillian’s tall frame was less tense, the set of her shoulders a little more confident. She’d mated. Proved her attraction in the animal order of things. Whatever problems she bore on her strong frame, her sexuality had been reaffirmed.

  Her glance searched the floor then rose to the tiers. When her gaze met his, even at one-hundred-fifty yards away, he could see the slight tightening in her frame.

  She remembered what he’d done. All of it. She’d be wary of her unspoken attraction. And he doubted seriously she’d mentioned the dream to her new lover.

  Could spell some honesty issues between the couple later on down the road, but Billy knew the score and had his own secrets he couldn’t share.

  It was nearing time for the nightly lockdown. When the men would be consigned to their cells for the night. While convicts lay on their bunks and dreamed of family and home or worked their cocks in the darkness for a little sexual release, the demons, if they were indeed here, would be at play.

  Gabriel stretched, his arms lifting high above his head. Then he sought The Wizard again and watched as he strode toward the showers. Something about his posture, at the quick, darting glances he made as he entered the doorway alerted him that something might be up.

  He walked casually down the steps and to the shower. As he passed, he watched the man as he stood nude in front of the streaming water, arms stretched wide. Maybe he was posing for Priest. Wanted her to watch the definition of his muscles as he flexed. Wanted to shock her with the art that covered nearly every inch of his back and buttocks. The tattoo was an impressive work of art, and seriously disturbing.

  Skulls appeared to fly toward the watcher, spindly vines of black roses interweaving like latticework, forging upward into spikes where a crow was impaled, its wings lifted as if caught in the moment of death. A banner in the center proclaimed, “Dark Angels rule the night”—maybe gang-related, but unlike anything Gabriel had ever witnessed. For one thing, it wasn’t like any prison tattoo he’d ever seen, and he’d poured through photos taken of Means when he’d first entered prison. His skin had been free of art.

  The Wizard turned and braced apart his legs, his gaze lifting to the woman in the control booth as his hand stroked his engorged cock. The man was huge. No doubt he thought the sight would shock her. Maybe interest her just a little bit.

  But Gabriel knew she’d had more impressive dick earlier that day. And she wasn’t the type to react with lust to anything so blatantly carnal, so disrespectful.

  “Get your dick washed and dry off,” Billy shouted as he strode by. “Lockdown’s in ten minutes.”

  Billy didn’t break his stride as he passed Gabriel, didn’t acknowledge him in any way. As long as Inmate 140849 didn’t cause any trouble, he wouldn’t pay the slightest attention to him o
r risk letting someone wonder about his interest.

  Thunder rumbled in the distance. The fluorescent lights shining from the high ceiling of the barracks flickered. Gabriel stilled.

  Billy cursed softly under his breath and strode toward the booth. When a crack of lightning sounded, it took four seconds to plunge the housing unit into pitch darkness. Emergency floodlights at the control booth pulsed then glowed but didn’t reach the far corners of the building.

  Shouts and gleeful laughter sounded. Fists, freed by the anonymity of darkness to impose punishment, struck soft flesh. Quick, spontaneous takedowns began while officers began to shout, “Get to your cells!”

  Wet sounds from a corner beside the stairs had Gabriel’s head turning, his night sight honing in on a man on his knees, his lips sliding down another’s cock for a quick, illicit blow job in the open barracks.

  Something he wasn’t interested in, so he moved on. Back to the shower, back to The Wizard. He caught sight of the man slipping naked through the men crowding toward the stairs. His movements weren’t hesitant. He didn’t hold his hands in front of him to find his way. He reached out to the man in front of him as he mounted the first step and grabbed his shoulder, halting him.

  Gabriel would have missed it if The Wizard’s face hadn’t been in profile. His lower jaw dropped, seemed to unhinge, then he pulled the man backwards, his head disappearing into The Wizard’s widening mouth. Then The Wizard went to his knees, his body hunching over the man whose arms were swinging wildly behind him. Means brought him down, pulling him toward him, swallowing down his shoulders, his belly. The man’s legs jerked, and then he was gone.

  The Wizard shook himself and slowly stood with only a slight rounded bulge in his belly to show for the two-hundred-pounder he’d just consumed. Then the demon’s head turned toward him. His grin, jagged teeth inside an overlarge smile, bisected his face like a lizard’s…or a snake’s.

  Gabriel shuddered but managed a nod. One demon to another. So, he had his confirmation. Now, he’d have to wait and see what the hell he was doing here. Because an occasional feast wasn’t something he couldn’t get somewhere else and more easily, too.

  No, something big was about to go down.

  * * *

  Gillian landed face first in her bed. She didn’t bother to undress, just lay there as sleep gradually took her, one limb at a time.

  After the blackout that affected their barracks alone, the officers had done a headcount of the prisoners only to discover one was missing.

  The place had stayed on lockdown. Dogs were brought in to track the scent of the prisoner. Armed officers bounced in the back of pickups as they headed out of the prison to comb the surrounding fields and woods.

  Gillian had been stuck in the tower while the guys on her shift got to have the fun of a manhunt. As more shifts were mustered to join the hunt and other law enforcement agencies were called in, she’d watched the madhouse from East Tower, cussing while she fought fatigue.

  Hours later, with no sign of inmate Adam Lawson, her shift had finally been released. The lieutenant had been edgy, snapping and threatening. Shit rolled downhill. Work would be hell for the next few days until Lawson was caught. If he was caught.

  The blackout couldn’t be explained. The power had been out for only twenty minutes and came back on by itself. Worrisome all on its own. How a dumbass like Lawson had managed to plan it, or even to take advantage of it to make an escape, baffled everyone.

  As she drifted off, she wondered if Billy would be back. He was likely just as destroyed. She’d only get a catnap then be up and showering to revive herself before heading back to the prison. God, could the day get any worse?

  Then she was sinking into a dream.

  Moonlight bathed the porch of the cabin. The surface of the lake appeared dimpled like an orange’s skin where moonlight touched the tops of shallow waves.

  “Finally,” a soft whisper sounded from right behind her. Vlahos stood in the shadow of the doorway.

  “I have a little somthin-somethin now; I don’t need you here,” she said feeling surly.

  “Did Billy take good care of you?” he asked softly.

  “He was better than you,” she said, lifting her chin.

  “Good for him,” he said, a small smile lifting one corner of his mouth. “But can he do this?”

  Instantly, they were both nude. Gillian’s hands went to her breasts. His gaze landed on her pussy. His hand lifted, and he curled his index finger. She felt something trail between her folds, like a fingertip scraping.

  It was a dream. If she’d secretly wanted to have her pussy scratched by an invisible finger then she wasn’t going to question it. “His cock was amazing.”

  Vlahos’s gaze dipped to his own sex, which thrust straight from a thicket of black hair. His hand gripped the shaft and slowly pumped up and down. “Shall I prove that I can please you as much?”

  “I’m tired. Need to sleep. In case Billy comes around and wants a quickie before work.”

  “Didn’t think you were the kind of girl who’d play doormat to a man’s whims.”

  “I’m no doormat. I give as good as I get.”

  “Did he let you have the chance to give it to him or was he all over you.”

  “I still ache from how good he gave it to me. I wanted him all over me.”

  She blinked, and he wasn’t in front of her anymore.

  Something long and hot slid along her folds from behind. The crown of Vlahos’s cock poked from between her legs, sliding sinuously forward, and then drawing slowly back.

  Her thighs clenched around him, holding him there, and he laughed, breath gusting against her cheek.

  His hands lifted to her hands, still cupping her breasts, and she slid hers down to let him hold her, all pretense of resistance gone.

  His fingers spread, lifting her breasts, squeezing as he eased forward and back, teasing her with shallow strokes. “Sure you don’t want more? You can have us both. Now, if you like.”

  And then Billy was there, in front of her, his gaze hardening as it lifted beyond her shoulder to stab at Vlahos. “I was sleeping, bastard.”

  “Thought you might like to join us.”

  Billy bent toward her, his hands rising to cup her face. “Do you want this? Do you need me to be here?”

  “I think I do,” she whispered, lifting her hands to his shoulders to hold him.

  Billy’s arms came around her, and he lifted her, pulling her Vlahos’s embrace. “Put your legs around my waist, sweetheart.”

  She wrapped herself around him, and he eased into her vagina, bringing her down his shaft so slowly she quivered. She began to bounce—little shoves to encourage him to fill her quickly.

  When he dropped to his knees on the floor, she groaned, because he was easing his legs from under himself, stretching out on his back as he pushed her up and down his cock. Soon, she was rocking with him, coming up on her knees and gliding back down, fucking him slowly.

  Then a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, and Vlahos was covering her back, kissing her neck, and reaching around her to clasp her breasts again. “I’m going to come into your ass.”

  “Yesss…” she said, although she’d never done it, not in real life. Here, in her dreams, she could do the nastiest things, let go, because Billy was under her, his expression alert but approving.

  Fingers slid between her buttocks, swirling on her back entrance, and then pressing inward.

  She tightened involuntarily, but Vlahos shushed her. “Easy, easy,” he whispered. “We’ll make this so good for you, baby.”

  She whimpered but forced herself to relax, concentrating instead on the bite of Billy’s cock, which filled her so completely, so impossibly. His fingers crawled over her mound, sank into the top of her folds, and began to circle her clit.

  She pressed the heels of her palms into his shoulders and began to grind down on his cock and his fingers, trying to ignore the other set of fingers, three now, stuffed into
her ass.

  At last the fingers withdrew, then the soft head of Vlahos’s cock entered her, pushing relentlessly until the ring of muscle eased, and he was inside.

  She fell across Billy’s chest. His knees rose, his hips coming up and holding still as Vlahos started moving.

  Gillian rolled her face on Billy’s chest. “Too much. It’s too much,” she moaned.

  His fingers dug into her scalp. “You’re doing fine. Did I tell you how much I like your wet pussy? Love the way it squeezes me, swallows me all the way down? Can’t wait to see your sweet, sweet mouth take me like that.”

  She pressed a kiss to his chest, surprised, because she didn’t do “affection”—just fucking. But they were taking her past her inhibitions. No, she wasn’t the least bit shy about sex, about taking what she wanted, but she never really gave herself.

  This was different. At least, so far as Billy was concerned. He cuddled her against his chest while Vlahos fucked her, holding himself still while the depth and strength of the thrusts coming into her ass moved her up and down his cock in tight little shoves.

  Had to be driving him crazy.

  “Goddamn, Gabriel. Finish it, already.”

  Vlahos laughed behind her, and then she felt his hand drop between them, below her ass. God, was he going for Billy’s cock?

  “Let go of my goddamn balls,” Billy said, his voice tight.

  “Why? You like it.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’m doing enough for you. Take what you came for and leave us the fuck alone.”

  “Think she’s going to understand?”

  “Keep her under.”

  “Sorry. No can do. She needs to know what’s coming.”

  Tired of a conversation that made little sense to her, she snarled, “Shut up, you two. My ass is on fire, and I need to move!”

  A kiss dropped on her shoulder, hands swirled over the middle of her back, and then something thrust straight through her back and grasped her heart.

  She screamed, reaching behind her, but Billy held her down, his hands gripping her arms hard. “Don’t fight. It shouldn’t hurt. Why’s it hurting her, Gabriel?”