Page 37 of Angels & Whiskey
I grinned. “That’s why you’re my best friend. Tell me about your date.” I poured a cup of coffee while he spoke.
“Cap, man … this chick was into some freaky shit.”
“Do tell.” I sat at our kitchen table, the smile never leaving my face as I sipped my coffee and listened.
“Whips, chains, floggers, butt plugs … You name it.”
I laughed. “How is that freaky?”
“That part isn’t. It was that she wanted her husband to watch me use them on her.”
I choked a little on my coffee. “No shit?”
“You have no idea how scared I was. I almost didn’t get it up to fuck her properly. I thought her husband was going to want my asshole, dude!”
“Oh my God.” I laughed hard, so hard I was doubled over with tears.
“It’s not funny. I made sure my ass was clenched so tight that he couldn’t stick anything in there while I made his wife come.”
“Seriously, I thought my date was weird, but it doesn’t compare to thisat all.”
He gestured for me to grab a plate to put food on. “What happened on yours?”
“The chick was cool. She wasn’t the problem. The problem was that when I was fucking her, I thought of Autumn.”
“I think that’s good. It’s about time—”
“Nah, dude. Autumn turned me down. She’s married.”
“I take it that she doesn’t have a husband who wants to watch his wife get spanked by another dude?”
I shook my head. “Not getting that vibe.” My smiled faded quickly. “Actually, I think her husband’s the one who hurts her.”
We were both silent eating the sausage and eggs that Jackson made. Finally, he spoke. “All right, here’s the deal. We don’t know Autumn from a glory hole.” I glared at him for using that reference to compare our relationship with her. “But if you want, I’ll help you stalk her to see if this fucker keeps hurting her—”
“Stalking?”
“Let me finish.” He took a bite of eggs. “We’ll hang out at Club 24 for an entire day … hell, for a week. That place has everything and it won’t be suspicious. We’ll learn what days she comes and what hours. We’ll chat her up, get to know her and if we see more bruises, maybe she’ll tell us about them.”
“I don’t need you to do that.”
“You were a creepy motherfucker yesterday. No wonder she brushed you off.”
“Fuck you!”
“I get it.” He held his hands up in front of him. “I know you don’t want to replace Alyssa. But, Cap—”
“I know,” I hissed. “Maybe Vegas will be good for me.”
“That makes me happy.” He smiled.
“Whatever,” I mumbled. “Let’s finish eating and go to Club 24.”
We split up when we arrived at the gym, trying to cover the mass space to search for Autumn. We both came up short.
“Maybe she’s already left,” I groaned.
“Then we’ll come earlier tomorrow. Let’s go shoot some hoops or something.”
