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  “Yep, they work perfectly. I heard everything you said. I’m going to work on breaking down those firewalls so I can get visuals through their own cameras. He’s got a nice security network blocking me, but now that you have access to them, it’s going to be that much easier.”

  I snorted as I drove in the direction of Lake Winneca. “I didn’t think there was a wall you couldn’t break through.”

  “Give me some time, baby, and I’ll be huffing and puffing and blowing this one down, too.”

  “Mmmm, speaking of huffing, puffing, and blowing, I’ve got a cock that could use that kind of attention,” I flirted.

  He laughed. “Then bring it on home.”

  “It’ll have to wait for later. For now, I have to get rid of this body.”

  “Ewwww, okay, you go on and do that. Call me when or if you need me. I’m about to look into this Tanner guy,” Jordan said.

  “Thanks. I will.” I pushed the comm button off and took it out of my ear.

  I stopped off at the store to pick up a few things I’d need. I dumped the gross garbage bag in the store’s dumpster, finally getting rid of the thing. I then drove out to the woods, to an old fishing hole I knew about. I pulled Tanner’s body from the backseat and weighted him down with the cement blocks I’d purchased at the hardware store before dumping him in the deep end of the lake. The area was mostly vacant, I had passed a few fishermen a few blocks away, but I knew they wouldn’t be able to see me dumping the body from that distance. Now, I had to go back to Tate Towers and be Tanner Jacobs.

  Chapter Four

  I parked the Mercedes sedan in the same spot, took the elevator back up, and used the keycard to get back into the penthouse. I took this time to spy on my other roommates. I found papers and documents that gave me their full names and other miscellaneous information like what medication Mark took for his migraines. I wondered if Richard knew that one of his guards suffered from an illness. Couldn’t be easy to guard the asshole when you had a splitting headache.

  I turned my comm back on and got in contact with J and gave him the names of my roommates, then turned the cameras back on. “What should I say if they ask me about the time lapses while the cameras were off?” I asked.

  “He won’t know the difference. I’m in their system now and looping the footage to show that nothing changed. I can do this easier with you sitting right next to their command center. God, I love that little device,” Jordan said with glee.

  “I didn’t think too much of it when you first told me about it,” I said, pulling out the little square electronic with its black casing. It looked almost like a beeper, but it was so much more than that.

  “I know. You were bitching about the two-minute time limits.”

  “Seemed like a fucking hassle on my part, and it kind of was. That timing shit was annoying,” I complained.

  “It still got the job done,” Jordan pointed out. “Besides, you don’t want to shut down security cameras for too long. People watching them get mighty antsy and they start to panic. You don’t want them investigating when they could be sitting down, just watching a screen flicker for a bit, then get back online.”

  Okay, that was true. “Yeah, it did its job. So, all the footage will be fine now?”

  “Oh yeah, I’m done looping everything. That little device works like a Trojan horse for me. Take care of it. Don’t leave it there, we can’t risk them discovering it,” Jordan said.

  “What about you being able to monitor the cameras when I’m not here?” I asked.

  “We have the bugs, so we got the vocal part down. Besides, if you go back, which I think you’re planning on doing, I can give you something else that’ll work better and be more long term. You’ll plug it into the monitor mainframe and that’s that. It will look a regular plug, but give me total access.”

  I sighed.

  “Are you okay?” J asked me.

  “Yeah, just tired.”

  “Well, you didn’t get much sleep before heading out.”

  Lack of sleep was definitely a factor. Transforming was another. And then I had to do some more fucking surveillance, and this was worse because I was just looking at empty rooms and hallways for hours on end. At least when you do outside surveillance, you get to see people coming and going. Well, at least I was in Richard’s inner sanctum.

  “I’ll be home later, so I hope you’ll have something good for me to eat,” I said.

  “My ass,” Jordan replied.

  I laughed. “Real food, then ass, okay?”

  He giggled. “Fine. Be careful, babe.”

  “I will.” I turned off my comm and slipped it into my pocket. I did the job I was there to do. About four hours later, I saw my target get his ass on the elevator. He had Anzai by his side and another man, who I presumed was Mark Estevez, standing in front of him. I really didn’t know if they had a protocol for when the boss came home. If I continued to ask those questions, Tanner would have grown even more suspicious. I needed things to go as smoothly as they had. What I didn’t know… I would learn on the job, as they say.

  I watched the monitors as the trio walked down the hallway towards the penthouses. Mark stood behind Mr. Tate while Anzai entered the code, did the eye scan, and opened the door. With that, the two men walked inside and Mark turned to come into the penthouse I was in. I heard the keycard unlock the door, then he walked in.

  “How was everything?” he asked.

  “The usual,” I replied.

  “Yeah, I bet. Fucking boring ass jobs,” he said.

  “Hell, at least you were out and about,” I added to make small talk.

  He snorted. “Sitting in the car for eight hours. It’s hell. But you’ll know all about that tomorrow when you’ll have to do it. Is Alisha here yet? I’m ready to call it a fucking night.”

  “Yeah, me too. She’s not here yet.”

  “Fucking bitch, she’s probably out getting her cunt stretched by some dumb ass jock,” Mark said in disgust. He pulled his cell out and pressed a button.

  I was watching Richard and Anzai and how they acted in their house now that they had privacy. Well, as much privacy as he wanted. He was making himself comfortable by removing his jacket and tie. Richard unbutton a few buttons on his shirt and removed his cufflinks. Anzai poured him a drink, then handed it to him as they both settled on the sofa in the living room. They were talking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I guess visual surveillance was good enough for Richard Tate. Might explain why they didn’t know anything about the Killing Game. I was positive that Anzai did, though. At least I’ll know what they are discussing once I get home.

  “Where the fuck are you?” The sound of Mark’s angry voice captured my attention and I turned to see him frowning with his cell to his ear. “This is the second time in two months that you’ve been late. We’re not going to keep covering for you… I’m serious… fine, get here now.” He hung up and looked at me with an incredulous expression. “Can you believe her? Damn it.”

  “When she gets here, I’m going to head out, okay?” I said.

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Where the fuck are you going?”

  “Hey man, my shift is over too. I’m the one doing overtime now… when Alisha gets her ass here, I’m out. A man has needs,” I said. Really, I just wanted to get home to Jordan.

  Mark laughed. “Ahhh, got a little pussy cat that wants some attention, do you?”

  I winked. “Yep, you know it.”

  “Well, I ain’t mad at ya. Get that dick wet. This job leaves little time for a fucking personal life. I’m going to take a shower, if you aren’t here when I’m done… I’ll know where you’re at,” he said, grinning.

  “Sure thing,” I said. I made sure to give generic responses, so as not to alert him to anything. I had to do my research on these guys. About five minutes later, I saw a female stepping onto the elevator. I knew her to be Alisha. She was blonde with a short, spikey hair cut, but her bangs were long. It was one of those jazzy pi
xie cuts. She looked to be a buck-ten at the most, but I knew looks could be deceiving. She was a guard for Richard Tate… I was sure she had the credentials to back it up.

  She entered and looked at me. “Report.”

  Report? Really? So, we walked in through doors and barked out orders even though we were late getting our asses into work. That was what we were doing tonight? Okay. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but maybe this was just how she was. I didn’t know anything about their dynamics, so I was going to play it safe.

  “About time you got here,” I started off.

  “Don’t give me any shit. I heard it all from Mark’s crybaby ass,” she snapped.

  “Fine. Nothing happened, all clear,” I said.

  “I suspected as much. Okay, you can go sleep or eat or whatever, I’m on duty now,” she said, and took the seat next to mine.

  I rose and headed for the door. We didn’t exchange any more words, and I was thankful for that. I walked back to my lovely mean machine, climbed in, and drove home. Damn, this had been one long-ass day. While I waited for the gate to open, I changed back into my normal form and, let me tell ya, I was happy to see my handsome face again. I pulled into the open space for my motor baby and killed the engine.

  Chapter Five

  “You don’t have that body with you, do you?” Jordan asked as soon as I stepped out of my car.

  “No, J… I took care of it,” I said. I flexed my shoulders as I made my way towards the bathroom. I wanted to take a long, hot shower and then eat some good food. “Anything cooked?”

  “It’s almost done. I made a roast with potatoes and Brussels sprouts,” J said.

  “Damn, that sounds good. Can’t wait to eat it. I’m going to freshen up, and when I get out of this shower, that food better be ready.”

  “Don’t threaten me,” J said, giggling.

  “I’m either going to eat your ass or that food when I get out of the shower,” I flirted. Sure, I was hungry, but I was also horny. Even though I was tired… I thought I could squeeze out one good nut before I called it a day. That was what I needed. A shower, a full belly, and empty nutsac.

  “You keep talking like that, and I will make sure dinner gets ruined so there’s only one thing left for you to eat,” Jordan said, smiling.

  I couldn’t help but laugh as I walked into the bathroom. I was planning on eating both. I stepped into the shower and loved every second of the hot water pelting over my body. My muscles were getting the heated massage they needed. I wanted it to be a five-minute shower, but instead, it ended up being a fifteen-minute shower. I toweled off and put on a pair of sweats and nothing else.

  When I joined Jordan again, he had two plates ready and filled with delicious smelling food. “Looks and smells like heaven,” I said as I sat down and picked up my plate. “Can you give me updates on Alexi or Richard?”

  “Alexi didn’t get home until early this morning. He went to sleep, woke up, cooked something to eat, then left. I mean, he sings while he cooks and has a rather nice singing voice. But nothing related to the case. At least, not yet,” Jordan said. “As for Richard, he was concerned about Cecily and Walter being killed and wanted more information about what’s going on from their contact with the police force who goes by the name Detective Banner.”

  I nodded. “He’s nervous… good. He has no idea that I’m already inside his inner circle. The first thing I have to do is take out Anzai. Once I assume his face, I can really get close to Richard. It’s not just about killing him, I think he knows more about this organization than the others. He might be able to get us closer to them. This is the long con, so to speak,” I said.

  Jordan nodded. “Yes, indeed.”

  He started eating and I turned on the television. We sat back and watched the news to get updates on the latest scandal and the murder of the city mayor. They didn’t have any leads, no clues to speak of, and were pretty much hoping to get something from the public by looking for witnesses. I covered my tracks well. There were people who saw something that happened on the expressway that morning. Police had been called to the scene where I’d left the bodyguards unconscious.

  Of course, all anyone knew was that Mayor Danvers’ assistant, Nancy, was the one person last seen with her. The problem with that scenario was that my cop fuck buddy had obtained a warrant to enter Nancy’s home, and that was where they discovered her decomposing body. So, now they knew they were dealing with the same person who’d killed Walter Darring. The mark I’d left on both women were sure clues. But those clues didn’t lead them anywhere. All they knew was that a new vigilante was making waves in Silver City, and he or she was an EHS.

  “I swear, it’s such an injustice that people think these assholes are the real victims. They got what was coming to them. Ugh, turn this shit off,” Jordan said.

  I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to one of the television shows he liked to watch with two brothers chasing down monsters, demons, and shit. I had to admit, he got me hooked on the series too. It was a damn good show and it had been on for like—ever. I couldn’t complain, the two brothers were damn fuckable.

  “Oooh, my show,” Jordan beamed, then made himself more comfortable on the sofa.

  I finished my food, then took both of our plates into the kitchen. I cleaned them and put up the rest of the food, which had tasted even better than it looked or smelled. God, Jordan cooked as good as he fucked. I rejoined him back on the sofa and got comfortable. We watched the rest of our show, then when the next show came on, Jordan’s hands began to wander over towards me.

  “Well, someone’s feeling frisky,” I teased, smiling as I watched J’s hand move toward my groin.

  “Someone promised to eat my ass, so yeah… I’m feeling frisky,” Jordan said as he began massaging my dick through my pants.

  I moaned when he reached into my pants and started jerking my cock. “Ahhh, yeah… you want my dick, baby?”

  “Fuck yeah, I want that meat between your legs,” Jordan said, his voice husky and filled with his lust.

  I started kissing him, loving the feel of his soft, plump lips against mine. My cock was rock hard and ready to plow his ass good and relentlessly. I slid my pants down and off, all the while still kissing him because I had those kinds of skills. We broke our kiss briefly while Jordan pulled his t-shirt off. I pushed him back on the sofa and started licking and sucking all over his chocolate body, paying special attention to his nipples.

  Jordan was squirming under me, moaning in ecstasy. He loved having my mouth on him, and really, after last night, I owed him one hell of a fuck. I pulled his pants off and his perfect cock popped up ready to be pampered. I sucked his cock into my mouth, making sure to run my tongue all along his head and shaft as I slid down.

  “Jesus… fuck!” Jordan gasped as his fingers gripped my hair. He was pumping his hips into my mouth and I was sucking him like a fucking vacuum. Not the cheap one either, the one that cost a grand. My cock sucking aptitude level was beyond Hoover. Alexi found that out last night and Jordan was getting the benefits right now. I had him moaning, groaning, legs twitching, and his body squirming the entire time.

  “Oh shit… I’m gonna cum. Oooh, I’m cumming, swallow it!” Jordan said, demanding that I take his load, which I was already planning on doing. I knew one thing, he better have eaten those pineapples I bought. “Oh yeah… yeah… about to shoot.”

  I locked my lips around his crown and jerked him until he cried out. His cock shot the first jet of his hot cum down my throat. It was tasty, kind of sweet, so I appreciated the extra mile he had gone. I swallowed everything he gave me while he shook and spasmed on the bed. I continued to suck his cock until it went soft in my mouth, then I pulled back.

  “Give me that ass,” I growled, then pushed his legs back, exposing that perfect, tight hole of his. Damn, did it look yummy! It was a little darker than the rest of him, puckered and wrinkled beautifully. Just looking at it made my mouth water. I dove in and
swallowed that motherfucker whole.

  “Holy shit, baby… oh damn… yeah… eat my ass. Eat it!” Jordan growled. His little bottom ass was totally ready for some dick. I licked, sucked, and fucked his hole with my tongue until he was completely beside himself. “Ahhh motherfucker… ahhh fuck. God, that mouth of yours… stop teasing me and give me your dick.”

  “All right, you asked for it, you little slut,” I taunted, right before I gave him the business.

  “Ahhhhhh fuuuuck!” he yelled as my cock hit home.

  “Yeah, take my dick,” I grunted as I pushed deeper. I worked my hips into a nice, smooth rhythm, and I knew my cock was making him feel sooo good. His mouth was open wide, his eyes rolling as I took ownership of his asshole. All of it belonged to me, and he knew it.

  “Fuck me… hard… yeah, baby… I’m yours.” Jordan was clinging to me while I rode his ass. I gave it to him just the way he loved it, and it didn’t take too much longer before we were both screaming as our orgasms took over.

  Jordan’s dick shot a second load all over his stomach and chest while my cock filled him to the brim with my creamy jizz. My body was on fire as I unloaded all of my pent-up desire inside his guts. I continued to pump my dick in and out of his ass until I’d milked every last drop, then I collapsed on top of him. Both of our chests heaved against each other as we laid there, coming down from a major sexual high.

  “Okay, you… get off…you’re heavy,” Jordan complained after I’d used him for a pillow for about a minute.

  I chuckled and rolled over, giving J some relief. “That’s because I’m all solid, sexy muscle, baby.”

  “I’m just happy you didn’t trade me in for that hot-ass cop,” Jordan said.

  I snuggled up next to him on the sofa, pulling him closer. “I love you, J. We’re friends first… so no one will ever replace you. Why would you say that?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. I have just never seen you act the way you did over another man.”

  I did totally leave him all riled up to go fuck Alexi. That was something I’d never done before. “J, I don’t even know what it’s all about either. He makes me feel something I’ve never felt. The emotion is so foreign to me, I can’t even describe it.”