Page 52 of Raze

“Guess, I’ll just have to try ‘em all.” He pushes his way through the crowd toward the booth where a few of ‘em are sitting and I ask Polly for another beer while my mind goes back to the time I spent inside.

“I can’t believe you got caught.” Stacey looks hurt and all kindsa angry as she sits on the other side of the table.

“Stacey, it’s 18 months. Paul says I could be out in a year if I keep my head down.”

“A year? Raze do you really expect me to hang around for a year and wait for you?” I rest my elbows on the table and slide my hands through my hair.

“Look, the whole reason I took that job from Cliff was so I could get you that deposit for the condo, I promised you this was the last job, and I meant it.”

“Yeah, and look where it ended you up.” She shakes her head and laughs sarcastically.

“Listen to me, I know I let you down, but I spoke to Cliff and you can stay at the motel until I get out. The brothers will take care of you.”

“You want me to stay in that crummy motel with a bunch of whores sleeping below me? Raze, you know I’m worth more than that,” she points out.

“I don’t know what to say to ya, Stace. I’m sorry. I was doin’ what I thought was right for us. I wanted to get you that place. I wanted to give ya that future you wanted.”

“Well, now you're a man behind bars, you should never have trusted Cliff, you told me yourself you think he’s shady.”

“Yeah well, desperate men do desperate things and I was tryin’ to give you what you wanted.” The buzzer goes, meaning it’s time for her to leave and when she stands up and I go to kiss her she offers me her cheek.

“Come on, don’t be like that. You can visit again in two weeks and a year will fly by I promise.”

“I guess.” She shrugs, still looking sad.

“I love you.”

“I love ya too, Raze.” She kisses me, this time on my mouth and after I watch her leave I head back to my cell.

“You never said anything about being in jail.” Peyton’s voice snaps me out of my memories.

“It was a long time ago,” I tell her, wondering if it changes the way she thinks of me now. Despite all the things I’ve done and what's on my conscience, Peyton seems to view me like some kind of hero.

“I’ll bet you looked all kinds of hot in an orange jumpsuit.” She surprises me when she takes the lapels of my cut and lifts up on her toes so she can kiss me.

I don’t tell her it was actually a gray sweatsuit. If an orange jumpsuit is the fantasy she wants, I’m happy to let her keep it.

“Have you been drinkin’?” I ask when I notice she’s a little rocky on her feet.

“Maybe, just a little.” She pinches together her thumb and finger.

“And before you start lecturing me on being too young, I wanna remind you of where your cock was this morning.” This girl is gonna kill me, slowly and very fuckin’ painfully.

“Maybe you're the one who needs a reminder of where my cock was this mornin’?” Taking her hand, I quickly drag her into my office and shut the door.

“Raze, you can’t walk out on your own party.” She giggles.

“Sure I fuckin’ can, somethin’ more important came up.”

“It did huh?” She shocks me when she drops to her knees in front of me and starts loosening my belt, she looks up at me through her lashes as she takes me outta my jeans and wraps her hand around me.

She’s kind and tentative as she rolls her tongue around the thick head of my cock and her hand starts to move steadily up and down my shaft.

“You're good at that,” I tell her, taking a fist full of her hair in one hand and sliding the thumb from my other under her bottom lip.

I groan when she slides me deeper into her mouth, her warm wet tongue sliding over the underside of my cock as she sucks on me so hard I don’t think I’ll last.

“Peyton,” I breathe out her name, as her free hand cups my balls and squeezes them with just the right pressure. Her tongue is circling my tip now, flicking me and lapping with no particular rhythm, just perfect fuckin’ pleasure that keeps on getting better.

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