Page 5 of The Lies We Tell

When her lips reach mine, it’s hot. We kiss, but we both know what this is. A fun release. Neither of us sees wedding bells.

“How about I fuck your tits, then lick you out, then fuck your ass?” I say, knowing she likes it when I’m blunt.

Jessica smiles. “You think you can recover that quickly?”

“Depends on how long I tease you with my mouth.”

“I like the sound of that.” She reaches for the oil I keep on the bedside table and stands before drizzling it all over her chest. By the time she’s rubbing it in, I’m on my feet and taking over. They’re fake, firmer than I normally like, but big enough that they totally wrap around my dick. And yeah, I’m a visual guy, so the thought of watching myself come all over her is a turn-on.

I might be an ATF agent, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a dirty fucker when it comes to the bedroom. In fact, the best part of this whole gig has been confirming the kind of woman I’m gonna look for when this gig is over. One who is sexually open and into trying new things.

“On your knees,” I grunt. “It’s been a rough week, and the only action my dick has seen is my hand.” I’ve been on the road with Spark for a couple of long days of hard riding.

She hops onto the bed and pushes her breast together. “Then let me help you with that.”

I stand in front of her and take my dick in my hand, stroking it twice with the oil. It feels good, but I know Jessica will feel better.

I ease my cock between her breasts and tip my head back as I suck in air, then groan. Everything in me clenches in anticipation as she lowers her head and sucks the tip.

And then I move, coiling my ass before sliding back between her tits. In my mind, I focus on how it feels, not who I’m with. It’s better this way. Pure sex, no emotion.

In minutes, I come all over her.

I’m still gasping for air as someone hammers on my door.

“Need you to make a ride,” King shouts. “You’re meeting Spark at his place.”

“Shit,” I mutter, as I place my hand on Jessica’s shoulder.

Jessica pouts. “Guess I’m gonna need to find someone else to take care of that oral, huh?”

I look down at her and smile. “Guess so.”

I pull some clothes on while she cleans up, and we leave my room together. There’s no hug goodbye, nothing so intimate.

“What do you need?” I ask King when I get to the bar. His dark hair falls forward over his face, and he shoves it back.

He slaps an envelope of cash to my chest. “Need you to drop this off at the docks. Haven needs paying.”

Jasper Haven is our contact at Port Elizabeth, the largest docking terminal on the East Coast. For the cash in this envelope, he smooths weapons deliveries for us, enables our access onto the docks to pick them up, and gives us a heads-up about the activities of the Mafia members who think they run the New Jersey docks.

“Same place?”

“Same place. Midnight. You hit that tonight?” he says, tipping his chin toward Jessica.

I shake my head. “You interrupted a decent tit job. She’s all yours.”

King grins, then chugs the last of his beer. “So generous. And keep an eye on your boy.”

“Spark?” The brother I’m probably closest to.

“Yeah. Caught him poking around outside Iris O’Connor’s house. When he didn’t know I could see him, he told me he was down by the shore. No pussy is worth bringing our club into dispute with the Irish, or lying to your president for.”

Iris O’Connor was shot because of the club, and Spark got her out of trouble. I never believed in the whole love-at-first-sight thing, but man, there was some wild tension between the two of them.

I drive to Spark’s house, where he’s waiting on his bike. It takes us fifty minutes to get to the docks. The parkway is clear. The moon, bright. And our bikes are in the mood for speed. At times like this, I forget what I’m meant to be doing. There’s a harmony between man and machine that’s almost meditative.

I didn’t call Weicker, my handler, to let him know I was on a run. I’ll write a report when I get home tonight. I’ve done this run before for my club.