Page 10 of Unlocked

“Nothing important,” I lie. Dalton gives me a ‘don’t shit me’ look. He is like a human lie detector. He can spot bullshit from a mile away. “Just pondering the mysteries of the universe?” I try again, pulling out a deep belly laugh from my friend.

“You don’t want to talk about,” Dalton concludes. “You could have just said that, you know.” I roll my eyes, knowing he still would have called me out. “I understand. Sometimes there are things a man just has to work out on his own. You know, feelings and shit.” I stare at him wondering how he can know so much all the time. It’s like he can read minds or something.

“Who said anything about feelings?” I counter, immediately regretting it. Dalton grins like the cat who ate the canary. I just gave myself away. “Fuck!” I drop down into my chair, pulling my laptop to me. I’m going to get very serious about my work and refuse to continue this conversation. This is why Dalton is a master at interrogation in addition to his bomb making and disarming skills. He can get anything out of anyone, which is great when you are needing information but annoying as hell when he uses his mojo on you, his friend, and co-worker.

“I’m here, man, when you’re ready to spill,” Dalton states, taking his seat at the table. Enos, Rosco, Luke, and Kelvin enter about that time with Agent Morris and another FBI man at their backs.

“Who’s spilling what?” Enos asks looking back and forth between Dalton and me. I shake my head and glare at Dalton letting him know I’ll be seriously pissed if he makes one comment. He holds up both hands in a sign of surrender. It’s all false. He may not say anything in front of everyone else, but I know this isn’t our last conversation on this topic. He will do his level best to get me to disclose what has me on edge of late. Maybe I should talk to him. He normally gives good advice, but I’d never admit it to him. Can’t be letting him get a big head,thinking he is superior to the rest of us. Even though I suspect he is in all aspects.

I force myself to focus on the files I have open on my computer. I’m combing through files we’d found on a zip drive in a warehouse that had once been owned by a member of the Brotherhood. Every file I read makes it all the more apparent we need to stop these psychos before they gather any more steam and recruit more radicals to their cause.

File after file details their radical ideas on how society should be run by their leaders. Women would have no authority at all in their society, not even over their own bodies. Purity tests would be given to all females before marriage. If a woman was found to be impure then she would be forced to give her body to unwed soldiers to fulfill their needs. Seriously? How barbaric are these fuckers? They would take society back hundreds of years, and women would be property not having any rights or say over themselves. I shake my head in disgust as I read more of a recruitment document they’ve composed to draw in others to their cause.

I slam my laptop shut unable to read another sentence of this evil bullshit. I feel disgusting after reading all this crap. I didn’t shower this morning, so I decide I’ll go up, shower, and change. I’m sure Marley and Daisy have Shelby squirrelled away in one of their rooms, trying on dresses. I head for the stairs as a grin ghosts my lips remembering how out of sorts Shelby had been over having to try on dresses. She really is cute when she’s mad. The dark side of me wants to piss her off just to see it, but I know that isn’t the right thing to do. In addition, it would likely get my ass kicked by not only Marley but any one of my brothers or friends, too.

I smile at that thought as well. There is one important thing about my family that I am very proud of. We look out for one another, and you don’t have to be blood related to be family.Dalton and Kelvin are as much a brother to me as Luke, Rosco, or Enos. Brothers from another mother, you might say. The six of us have known each other for many years, and we’ve formed a tight bond that hasn’t been broken by time or distance. No matter what direction each of us has gone in our lives, we always manage to come back together.

Our dad had left when I was seven years old, which is the reason I will always see Luke as more of a father figure than a big brother. He was a child himself, only ten years old, at the time. Dad left for work one day and never came back. Mom put on a good front for a while saying Dad would come back, but he never did. Within a few months of him leaving, she went off the deep end. She had begun dragging us around in search of a knight in shining armor, who to this day, she’s never found. She had Enos a year later, who is the only good thing we got out of her rambling around from man to man.

Mom wouldn’t keep a job and, therefore, couldn’t keep a roof over our heads. We had also often gone without food, electricity, or water. Luke had stepped up getting a paper route to buy food to feed us. I know he had gone without eating at times because he always made sure the rest of us ate first. Daisy had cleaned houses and babysat kids in our neighborhood to bring in money.

We had moved a lot, and I rarely got to make close friends. I had even stopped trying after a while because we always ended up moving and losing touch with those we had met along the way. I suppose that is why my siblings and I are so close. We only had each other to depend on until Luke had made us a permanent home when I was twelve years old. We met and became friends with Dalton, then. His mother had been a single parent, too, and although she tried hard to take care of her children, Dalton had been the man of their house much like Luke had been at ours. Dalton and Rosco are the same age and became fast friends. Dalton would bring his little sisters overand hang out at our house until his mom got home from work. His mother would often invite us over for dinner even though they were struggling to survive the same as we were. I think she suspected we were making it on our own, even though Luke would lie and say mom was at work whenever she asked about our mother. I know he didn’t like lying to the kind woman, but we couldn’t risk social services stepping in and separating us. It would almost be unheard of for a foster family to take on all five of us at the same time.

Reaching my room, I peek inside since the door is standing open. Shelby is nowhere in sight, so I’m confident I can get a shower before she returns. I step inside closing the door behind me before heading into the bathroom. Shelby’s scent assaults me the instant I enter the bathroom. I breathe in deeply, taking it into my nose. My cock stiffens, and I stifle a moan.

I undress quickly, stepping into the shower. It’s been months since I’ve been with a woman. With everything that happened with Marley and Daisy being kidnapped and rescued then trying to gather evidence to take down the Brotherhood, I haven’t been out to pick up anyone. My stomach sours at the thought of some random bimbo. I make quick work of washing my hair and body. Shelby’s floral scent is even stronger in the shower stall. The hot water increasing it tenfold. My cock is swollen and throbbing, standing at attention.

I fist my aching cock, giving it a firm stroke. Shelby’s face flashes in my mind as I stroke myself faster, urging the release I need closer with every stroke. An image of Shelby’s lush body writhing under me as I fuck her appears in my mind. I imagine my hand is her warm wet pussy taking my cock, and I groan as I come hard. My seed splattering on the tile. I give myself another couple of pumps to ensure I’ve milked every drop. I face the spray letting it wash the evidence of my release away.

Shutting off the water, I grab a towel, drying myself in record time. I stand at the sink, trimming my beard and mustache. My cock is still hard despite jacking off in the shower. The image of Shelby taking my cock won’t leave my mind, and therefore my cock refuses to deflate. I consider jacking off again but decide against it, knowing nothing except the real thing is going to satisfy my needs. Maybe I should go out to Jay’s Bar and Grill tonight, pick someone up, and take care of this raging desire. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, knowing that isn’t what my body is wanting. Only Shelby Brooks is going to take this burning, aching need from my body. I drop the towel into the hamper and stroll out into the bedroom to grab some clothes.

A gasp draws my attention to the far side of the room. Shelby’s wide eyes are trained on my erect cock bobbing against my abdomen as I enter the room. My steps faulter when I see she’s standing beside the bed in her bra and panties, miles of creamy skin on display for my viewing pleasure. Her full breasts are bulging from the top of her bra, begging my lips to taste them. She is breathing hard. Her chest rising and falling hypnotically. My feet move in her direction in an effort to get me closer so I can do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about in the shower. I swear my cock as gotten harder at the sight of her, even though I didn’t think that was possible. I may come like some first-time teenager just from staring at her.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she whispers. Her beautiful eyes finally leave my cock to meet my eyes. I grin at her. I can see just how affected she is my seeing me in all my naked glory. Goosebumps have erupted over her skin. Her nipples have hardened and are straining against the fabric of her bra. The room is by no means cold. Her rapid breathing and her pulse pounding in her neck are all indications she’s as turned on as I. I’m barely a step away when she suddenly unfreezes, grabbing adress I hadn’t noticed on the bed. She pulls it up to her chest in a poor attempt to hide herself from me.

“Don’t hide your body from me, sweet girl,” I demand, reaching out to take the dress from her. I gently remove it from her hands and toss it back on the bed. I swear she stops breathing as I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me. I groan in delight as our skin connects, sparks lighting up my entire being at the contact. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in.

“God, you smell delicious,” I murmur. “I want to eat you.” She shivers whether from fear or excitement, I don’t know. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, her jaw, before ghosting my lips over hers. She’s still not moving, not breathing. “Breathe, sweet girl,” I command as I pull back to look at her. Her eyes find mine, and I’m gutted at the apprehension I see mixing with desire in them. “I would never harm you, Shelby. You have no reason to fear me.” She blinks as if waking from a trance. Her hands come to my chest, gripping my pectoral muscles. I clench my jaw to keep from moaning at the delight it gives me to have her hands on me. She gently caresses my flesh for only a moment before she shoves me away. I stumble back a step not expecting her to do that.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demands, a scowl on her flushed face. “Why are you naked in my room?”

“Your room?” I ask, stepping back into her personal space, slipping my arms around her waist to draw her to me. “It’s my room, sweet girl. I’m just showering and changing clothes. What are you doing in here, half-naked?” I peer down at her, but she seems to have lost her voice. Her mouth opens, yet nothing comes out. She tries a second time, but still the same. I’m about to take her open-mouthed invitation and kiss the hell out of her when there’s a knock on the door.

“Shelby?” Marley calls. “How’s the dress fit? I thought you’d be out by now.” Shelby stiffens even more in my arms, clearly worried how this is going to look to our mutual friend. The door rattles, but thankfully, Shelby had the forethought to lock the bedroom door when she came in.

“I’ll be right out!” Shelby yells over my shoulder, then turns her eyes back on me. “Please, let me go.” Her soft plea cuts me to the quick. I don’t want her to feel trapped by me. I want her to want me as much as I want her. I can see her body wants me, but her mind isn’t there yet. I release her with a nod. Turning away I head over the dresser, pulling out a pair of boxer-briefs, socks, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. I hear the rustle of fabric as I make my way toward the bathroom. I turn back to get a glimpse of Shelby in a stunningly beautiful lavender dress, before entering the bathroom and closing the door gently so Marley won’t hear.

I dress while I listen to Shelby cross the room and unlock the bedroom door. “Shelby! You look absolutely beautiful!” Marley exclaims.

“You sure do,” Daisy chimes in. Their voices muffled through the closed door. I have to agree with their assessment from what I’d seen. The soft flowing dress looked gorgeous on her. The wide silken straps came down to cover her chest in a crisscross pattern. The material gathered under her ample breasts before flowing downward in a cascade of silk to skim the floor with its hem. The neckline was low leaving plenty of her milky skin on display. She is a vision of loveliness in the dress, but I enjoyed seeing her out of it much more. I have to admit, part of me doesn’t want her to wear it in the wedding. I don’t want anyone else to look at her the way I have.

I remain in the bathroom, listening to the women chatter on about how she should style her hair and which shoes she should wear. Daisy asks about getting clips from the bathroom.I move into the shower stall in an effort to hide. I don’t want to embarrass Shelby any more than I already have.

“I don’t have any clips in the bathroom,” Shelby declares loudly. “Maybe we can go shopping and pick some up?” I don’t catch what Marley says in reply, but I can hear Shelby clearly when she speaks again. She must be right in front of the bathroom door. “Let me get out of this dress and I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes, okay?” I hear the woman agree before the bedroom door opens and closes again. I ease open the bathroom door an inch to see Shelby locking the bedroom door behind the women.

I walk out of the bathroom. She spins to face me, her face coloring in a lovely shade of pink. She takes in my clothed form from head to toe. I can’t help but wonder if that’s disappointment I see in her eyes. I must be imagining what I want to see, because it’s gone when her eyes find mine. “You need to leave,” she states. Her voice firm, unwavering. “I have to change out of this dress.”

“I’ve already seen you out of the dress, sweet girl,” I say as I prowl toward her. “And you’ve seen me out of these.” I gesture to my attire. “No need to be modest now.” Her face reddens even more as I move into her personal space. Her breaths are coming short and fast. I become concerned she’s going to hyperventilate. In the interest of keeping her from passing out, or so I tell myself, I take her mouth in a heated kiss that stills her breath momentarily. I swipe my tongue along the seam of her lips, but she denies me access, pushing against my chest firmly. I release her, instantly. As much as I want her, I would never force myself on her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, softly. I swallow down all my desires, my need to touch her, and the words that are on the tip of my tongue. Words that convey just how much she’s affecting me, driving me insane with desires I never knew I was capable of having. The need to care for her, toprotect her, and to know her intimately, and not just her body, but her mind, spirit, and soul.

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