Colorado 03 Lady Luck (59 page)

“Oh… okay,” she whispered and Ty slid his
finger deeper through the wet folds, her chin went up half an inch,
her legs spread wider, her hips tipped up as she gasped and he
grinned.

“Stick with me, baby, I’m not done,” he
whispered back and he watched her try to focus on him and he beat
back his grin growing to a smile as his finger dipped deeper and
she bit her lip. “Our house is already a home ‘cause we live here.
We got time, means you got time to build it, make it what you
like.” He brushed his mouth against hers again and said softly,
“Home is you, Lex, not a place. I lost a lot but right now,” he
found her clit, pressed, rolled and listened to her whimper as he
finished, “I got it all. You don’t have to break your neck or the
bank to give me anything more. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, her hips tipping up
further, her fingers releasing his tee to slide around to the back,
pull it up and dive in. And he knew, the look on her face, the wet
at his finger, she’d say “yeah” to just about anything.

Still, she’d said yes so one bird down, one
to go.

His finger rolled and his mouth brushed hers
again and he whispered, “What you want, wildcat?”

She lifted her head off the couch to get his
mouth but he moved it away, her eyes opened slightly and she
whispered back, “Your cock, baby. Hurry.”

“Already?” Ty asked, brushed her lips, she
lifted her head to get more and he again pulled away. “Thought I’d
finger fuck you first.”

Another whimper, her hips jerked, she liked
that idea.

But she said, “We need to hurry and finger
fucking doesn’t make babies, Ty.”

He pressed harder, rolled and her neck
arched. “No, but it’s fun to watch.”

And it fucking was.

She righted her head and whispered, “Ty, we
don’t have –”

He moved his finger, drove two inside and
engaged his thumb.

Her mouth stayed open but only so she could
moan low in her throat, her whole body arched and her nails dug in
and raked up his back.

Yeah, fuck yeah, it was fun to watch.

And feel.

His fingers moved, going deep, his thumb
relentless.

“Hurry, mama, I want in there when you’re
done,” he told her, voice thick.

“Okay,” she breathed, moving her hips to
ride his hand then, desperate, “Your mouth, honey.”

“You come in my mouth, I watch until you
do.”

“Ty –”

“Hurry.”

Her neck arched and her hips went desperate
too. “Ty.”

Fuck, his wife was beautiful. And that was
the only reason he kept doing what he was doing because she was so
fucking wet, he wanted his mouth down there.

But he couldn’t watch and he liked
watching.

So he watched.

“Reach for it, mama.”

She did and he knew when the noises came
fast and low, her nails stopped digging and her arms wrapped around
to hold on just as her legs curved around his hips tight, heels
digging in to use him for leverage to reach for it, get more out of
his hand.

Then her neck arched, her back arched and he
knew she was there so he growled, “Mouth.”

She dipped her chin, offered her mouth, he
took it and kept working her with his hand while her noises drove
down his throat straight to his aching cock. He was waiting until
she was done so she could keep his hand before he took her with his
cock. Finally, her body melted under him, her limbs loosened but
stayed around him, he knew she was done and he was about to go for
his fly when his phone rang.

Not wanting surprises, he’d given certain
numbers their own tones.

And that tone said Peña.

Fuck!

He cupped his woman between her legs,
released her mouth and arched his back so she wouldn’t take his
weight when his hand at her neck moved to reach to his back pocket
and he yanked out his phone.

“Peña,” he muttered to his still-dazed wife
and she blinked, not processing this because, just like Lexie,
she’d come hard and she was riding the residual wave.

Ty flipped his phone open and put it to his
ear. “Please, fuck, tell me this is worth interrupting what I’m
fuckin’ doin’.”

There went the daze, she blinked again then
one hand came out of his tee so she could slap his arm and she
snapped, “Ty!” but she did it without sound, only her lips formed
his name but he knew it was a snap because her eyes were narrowed
and her face was pissed. He was hard, he wanted to bury his cock in
his wife who was hot, wet and under him but he still couldn’t stop
from grinning at her.

“
Mi amigo,
that’s just plain cruel,” Peña said in his
ear but there was a smile in his voice. Ty’s words and the
frustrated growl he said them with were not lost on him and
therefore Ty did not get this fucking guy. If Ty was miles away and
knew he was on the phone with a man who was with Lexie doing what
he was doing with Lexie, there would be no smile in his
voice.

Then again, Peña hadn’t tasted her so he
only had the dream and did not know the reality was way fucking
better than the dream.

“This worth interrupting what I’m doin’?” Ty
asked.

“
Don’t know, is a warrant for conspiracy to
commit murder, a successful raid last night that means the evidence
locker bought itself a whole
fuckload
of smack and blow and twelve… I repeat,
twelve
ladies of the evening walking their Lycra
covered asses into my precinct this mornin’ after a hard night at
work sayin’ they’re happy to turn evidence
and
act as witnesses, all of this nailin’ Duane
‘Shift’ Martinez to the wall in a way he won’t come unstuck anytime
soon worth interruptin’ what you’re doin’?”

Ty had frozen.

Then he gently moved his hand from between
his woman’s legs and planted his forearm in the couch beside her to
hold his weight off her but otherwise kept his position as he
asked, “You got any more detail?”

Peña chuckled.

Then he gave him detail.

“
Yeah, well, the angels in heaven above
swooped down on Dallas these last few weeks. Started with me
walkin’ out my front door,
at home,
I might add which wouldn’t have made me happy except that
on my welcome mat was a manila envelope
full
a’ shit. Typewritten but, who gives a fuck that
God’s angels use computers. Suddenly, I got leads comin’ out my
ass. Now, the borin’ stuff is that raid was a raid of Martinez’s
stash. Far’s I know all of it, and there’s a lot.
Un-fuckin’-protected and all in one place. We’re talkin’ millions
of dollars of dope here. The guy doesn’t have a gun on it and he
keeps it all in one place. I knew that man was light between the
ears but fuck… me.”

Jesus, Ty knew Shift dealt but he had no
fucking idea he was in that deep.

“Millions of dollars?” Ty asked.

“
Yeah, sucks to admit it,
esé,
but even I didn’t know his
operation had escalated to that level. But this means his suppliers
are not gonna be happy he can’t distribute and, shortly, it’ll be
destroyed without goin’ up someone’s nose or in someone’s veins.
Also means, case you didn’t know, the more dope, the bigger the
operation, the more shit that could hit the streets, the weightier
the book gets thrown at the ones who own it. And that kinda
operation is makin’ the DA salivate. Now, our DA, he’s pulled
himself up from rough beginnings, stayed clean but had friends who
chose dark paths and he watched them get lost down those paths.
He’s a crusader. This motherfucker is on a mission and has been
since he got his ass elected. He’s gonna take a dealer with that
amount of product he intended to put on the street and destroy
lives and he’s gonna symbolically shove that product right up his
ass. But I got more.”

“The warrant,” Ty said carefully, not
wanting Lexie to catch on, not yet, not until he could give her his
undivided attention.

“
Yeah. The warrant. Got a boy in holding.
This boy was caught with a gun in his possession. And this gun’s
got a ballistics match on it says it did Ronnie Rodriguez, amongst
others. And this boy has a protective instinct so this boy made a
deal. And this boy shared the hit he confessed to doin’ on
Rodriguez was ordered and paid for by Martinez. And this boy ain’t
dumb like Martinez but he does have a screwy family. And when I say
that, I mean, this boy does business, he does it at his Momma’s
kitchen table,
with Momma there.
She’s lookin’ out for her boy, makes sure he don’t get
screwed providin’ excellent service without gettin’ paid a good
wage. She negotiates the deal, she takes a cut, her boy does the
job. Therefore, she’s in holding too and she’s also facin’ time but
she’s also not dumb and makes her own deal. Her boy goes down, she
goes down but so does Martinez. We have the shooter, we have the
gun, we have his word and we have his Momma as witness. And I’m not
gonna get into the fact that Martinez is
not
like Rodriguez with his stable. He takes freebies,
he takes ‘em often and once that boy gets off, he gets chatty.
Therefore, he’s shared a lot with his girls.
A lot.
Too much.
Stupid
much. And another way he is not like Rodriguez, they have a
light night, he don’t like that and doesn’t see that johns may not
have a hankerin’ for a ‘ho with a black eye or busted lip.
Therefore, they had it good so they are not big on how bad it’s got
the last four years and are not feelin’ the love for their
Daddy.”

Holy fuck.

Martinez actually ordered the hit that
killed his brother.

He knew it could be true but a part of him
didn’t want to believe it not of Shift, not of anyone.

Holy
fuck
.

“
So,” Peña spoke into his silence, “don’t
got me a calculator handy but the minimum jail time on possession
with intent to distribute, pimpin’ and conspiracy to commit murder
all added up means Duane Martinez is oh-fish-ah-lee fucked. And
since he’s an asshole who don’t discriminate with who he feels like
bein’ an asshole to, he gets sent down, there are boys in there who
do
not
like him.
I’m not thinkin’ good thoughts about his survival rate.”

Ty rolled off Lexie so his back was to the
couch but his front still pressed to her side and he avoided her
eyes which he felt on him and he asked, “You got him?”

“Lookin’ for him now. He’s got three
enforcers, uses his girls in the daytime hours to cut and bag the
dope and they’re all in interrogation rooms as I’m speakin’ to you
and they’re all yappin’. It shouldn’t take long. Now, what I wanna
know is, did these angels fly from Colorado?”

“Payback,” was all Ty said and he got
silence.

Then he got a quiet, “Okay, then, I
appreciate it so I hate to do you a dirty after you handed me gold
but…” he hesitated and Ty braced then he went on, “It is standard
procedure to inform the victim’s family when the perpetrator has
been caught. I’m makin’ this call then escaping this office that
right now looks like The Ninth Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. And
I’m doin’ that to get in my car and drive to Ella Rodriguez’s
house. I reckon about a nanosecond will elapse after the door shuts
on me when she’ll be on the phone. There is no love lost between
the Rodriguez women and Martinez. But that doesn’t mean this news
is not gonna hit these women and hit hard. It’s obviously up to you
how you’re gonna play it but you gotta know they’re gonna know and
soon and prepare to pick up the pieces.”

“Right,” Ty said quietly.

“Now, I got more.”

Fuck.

“Right,” Ty repeated.

“
As much as Dolinski can keep a line to me,
he does. That Misty Keaton woman’s activities have thrown a freeze
on shit at the CPD. These fuckers are scared shitless and don’t
know which way is up. They are not scrambling. They are
immobilized. They are also lookin’ to their leader who is actin’
business as usual. Now, they don’t know if he’s got an ace in the
hole that’s gonna shine the light of the Mother of God on them and
save them at the last minute or if he just don’t give a fuck and
has his own exit strategy planned. My guess would be the latter.
What you need to know is it might be the former. That said, the
good news for you is, you and Lexie have unofficially been declared
off-limits. This is not comin’ from the top, this is the boys
makin’ up their own minds that they don’t wanna dig a very deep
hole any deeper by fuckin’ with either a’ you. The ACLU bein’
involved, you gettin’ an attorney who, apparently, locally has a
reputation for being a ball-breaker and a liberal one at that and
the entrance of one Samuel Sterling into this hubbub, a man I don’t
know but I’ve done some checking on and he’s got weight, a fuckload
of money and both he earned for himself so this is no dumb
motherfucker, he also takes no shit and further takes
absolutely
no shit due to his skin color
and therefore it doesn’t take a leap to figure that, if he’s in the
position to step in when a brother is doin’ it, he will and anyone
who knows him knows this,
all
this means you got so much firepower at your back, they
won’t say boo to you.”

“Proof you are Santa Claus,” Ty
muttered.

“
Well, no, ‘cause the boys at CPD are
scared shitless but Fuller has convinced himself his skin deflects
bullets and he don’t give a shit who he says boo to. Sayin’
that,
now
I’ll prove
I’m Santa Claus ‘cause there has been a recent occurrence which
meant that, on the fly, there needed to be some sharin’ and that
sharin’ is… now wait for it…” he hesitated dramatically, Ty
clenched his teeth then he gave it, “Detective Chace Keaton has
been workin’ undercover for the IA for the last thirteen
months.”