Rapture 2: a BWWM, Alpha Male Romance (14 page)

TWENTY-ONE

New Century: Premier Full Nude Gentlemen’s Club

San Francisco, CA

“Get help! Call 9-1-1!”

Lance was slowly fading, but could hear the voices around him amidst all the activity. He could barely move, and could feel at least two people tugging at him, yelling for him to, “Stay with me, Mr. Cambridge! Stay with me!”

But it was too late. Everything had already faded to black…

~*~*~

Unbeknownst to anyone the perpetrator was still in the midst of the chaos. She had initially hurried away from the scene, but then doubled back. She had come for a mission and she wanted to ensure that it was completed. Yes, she had seen the mighty Lance Cambridge take a fall. She had even seen his entire body go limp. But that wasn’t enough. She wanted to make sure that he had met his demise. The dosage that she had given him should have been enough, but with all the people around him trying to see that he was okay, there existed the slim possibility that help might arrive in enough time.

That can’t happen
!
Absolutely cannot happen
.

Her best bet was to stay as long as she could so that she could have a front row seat to the goings on. This had been in the planning stages long enough for the execution to succeed. Failing was not an option.

The beautiful woman had come dressed to kill—both literally, and figuratively. She had leaned against the wall in an effort to blend in with the rest of the spectators. Her mahogany-colored hair was pulled all the way away from her face in a smooth ponytail down her back. Her accessories: tennis bracelet, earrings, and necklace—all diamonds. And her dress was draped around her svelte form in red, and off one shoulder. She wasn’t nearly as frantic as everyone else because she was hoping for an outcome that would not allow Lance to breathe air ever again. As far as she was concerned he had done enough damage for a lifetime and needed to be stopped. He had breathed sixty-five years too long, in her opinion. Just he alone, was a weapon of mass destruction.

When the paramedics rushed through the club’s entrance, she tried to peek around the crowd to see what she could see, but it proved difficult. Once the oxygen mask was placed over his face, it seemed that the entire building had silenced. Her head was filled with desperation.

Once the sound of sirens neared, it dawned on her that she should get out of there before police arrived and began detaining everyone for questioning. She flashed a few strained smiles as she used the same entrance that she had walked through several hours earlier—as an exit.

~*~*~

By six o’clock the next morning, all the major news outlets were reporting that:

“
Millionaire, Lance Michael Cambridge, has been rushed to the hospital this morning. He is still in the touch-and-go stages, and he is listed in critical condition. Initial reports coming in say that Mr. Cambridge was injected with a lethal dosage of the drug ketamine.

Ketamine is one of many commonly abused drugs in the United States. However, it’s not a drug that was created for the purpose of getting high, but instead was originally designed for the purpose of medical anesthesia for both people and animals.

Authorities are treating this as an attempted homicide, and are urging anyone with information to please contact the San Francisco Police Department.
”

TWENTY-TWO

Rush

“I love when you do that,” I muttered. “Yeah…baby.”

Alika coated my dick with her lips in the most sultry way imaginable, while allowing her tongue to trace over my head’s tip, and into my opening in sensual strokes. I could feel the trickles of pre-cum as they met with her mouth.
Shit
. Every ounce of what she did made me feel as though hers was the only sex I would ever need for the rest of my existence on this earth. Our desire to please one another matched identically. Whenever I took her, I made sure that I paid strict attention to what her body asked for, and she obliged me in the same manner. No two times ever felt the same.

She mounted me, her pussy facing me. As much as I longed to pull her to me and suck her pussy until it was numb and she was begging for me to come inside, she had forbid me. I tried my best to comply every time, but it was like asking a bee not to produce honey. Alika insisted that whenever we indulged six-nine style, that I let her finish so that she wouldn’t lose her mind in the process of trying bringing me to my explosive conclusion. But as her prize stared me in the face, all I could think of was wanting to be inside, and the more I obsessed, the harder my dick became, and the harder my dick became the quicker the nut crept up out of nowhere. “
Arrgghhh
!
Arrgghhh
!” I yelled, out as my toes curled, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and all I had to give went spurting across Alika’s tongue. “
Arrgghhh
!” And then down her throat.

My eyes were still closed when Alika swallowed her final drop, and my appetite was in grave need of being fulfilled. Without hesitation, and without warning, I grabbed her by her hips and yanked her toward my face, and I ate her like she was a second entrée. As her juices began to fall, I licked each and every drop of her essence. This pussy was mine, and I wanted to mark every ounce of its territory. I had her locked in place as I massaged her wet lips one by one, then opened her wider so that I could tease the hole I planned to move slowly into once I was done here. I brought my arms around to lock around her thighs where I was able to slide my fingers along her clit. The moment was near and she began to surfboard and contract around my face the closer her orgasm came.

“F-
fuu
-ck! R
uu
shhh! B
aaa
byy!” But it didn’t stop there. Her body twitched for the next few minutes as she went in and out of a triple orgasm, leaving me smiling beneath the wetness. I loved when I got her to that point, and it was just in time for my dick to rise once again, so I quickly turned her over, and gave her what we both wanted. I slid in, and out, and out…then in…again and again until we were both calling out each other’s names. We held on tight while we rode the wave of passion that was upon us, and reluctant to let us go.

Once our love crashed against each other, we lay in silence for minutes on top of minutes. Our heartbeats pounded against each other, and our out of sync breaths hit the air at varied times in our effort to contain the fire that our passion had ignited.

I rolled over onto the side of Alika and then pulled her close to me. “I love you sooo fucking much. I never thought I’d feel love like this. You’re it for me,” I said, rubbing her face.

She looked at me, and I could tell even in the dimness of our room, that her eyes had begun to water.

“I didn’t tell you that to make you cry, baby.”

“I know,” she admitted. “It’s just that I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And you love me like I never thought I even deserved to be loved. So, it’s just emotional for me, that’s all. You’re my heart, Rush.”

I was about to respond when I heard what sounded like a vibrating noise. “You hear that?” I asked.

“Hear what?”

“
That
…listen…”

We both quieted, and I squinted my eyes as though doing so would reveal some magical answer.

“Oh! I hear it! That’s your phone,” Alika explained. “Where is it?”

I crawled out of bed to run over to the dresser where my slacks were. By the time I had reached it, the ringing had stopped, but when I swiped the screen I saw that I had eight missed calls.

“There’s eight missed calls here starting at like two o’clock in the morning. Does your phone have any missed calls?” I asked, preparing to return the call that looked to be from Gigi’s phone. But just as my call was going through, hers was coming in again, so I quickly swiped to answer.

“Hey Gigi,” I said, panicked. “What’s going on?”

“It’s your father, Hunter. Your sister called a short while ago, and apparently he’s in critical condition.”

Everything stood still when I heard Gigi say,
critical condition
. My entire body went from feeling bliss, to feeling detached from my person, altogether. I was in shock, and I was in denial, and I was confused—not just about what had happened to him, but about how I was supposed to feel about it. The man that I’d had such a tumultuous relationship with all my life might be dying, and I was conflicted about whether or not I was even affected.

“Hunter…? Are you there?” Gigi asked.

Then it was Alika’s voice. “Rush…? Baby, what’s wrong?”

I nodded in her direction to signal her that I was fine, and then responded to Gigi. “What happened?” I managed.

“Jamie called and said that something happened to him while he was out at a club in San Francisco with his friends.”

“He must’ve been at New Century,” I said, quietly. “That’s where he and his rich buddies go to hang out.”

“Yeah, well, Jamie said that some kind of way someone injected him with some drug. A lethal dose of it.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. She said that they have no idea who did it, but that…” she paused.

“But that what, Gigi?”

“They don’t think he’s going to make it.”

“Okay. I’m getting dressed and I’ll…uh…” I couldn’t find my words. I was discombobulated. “I’ll uh…make my way up there, I guess.”

“I think that would be good. Let me know if you need me for anything. Anything at all. Okay?”

“Yeah, Gi. Thanks. I appreciate you calling.”

“No worries at all. He’s at UCSF Medical Center.”

~*~*~

Alika had insisted on accompanying me to the hospital for moral support, so after we had gotten dressed, we headed across the bridge, in silence. I didn’t know what role I’d play while there, but we went anyway.

As soon as we arrived on the floor, I immediately saw Jamie, her boyfriend, Greg, my little brother, LJ, and his mother.

LJ spotted me and rushed over. “Rush!” he yelled, running over to Alika and me. “My daddy’s sick. Really sick,” he said.

“I heard about that. It’s why I came.”

I picked the little guy up and went to take a seat in the vicinity of everyone else so that I could be near for updates as they were provided. I had no intentions on having discussions with anyone. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop Jamie from approaching. She looked exhausted, and it was easy to tell that she had been crying. Her eyes and nose were both red, and her sniffling was constant.

“Hi Rush. I’m glad you could be here,” she said. “Hello Alika.”

“Hi Jamie. I’m sorry about your father,” Alika expressed.

“Thank you. I appreciate that,” she responded, dismissively. “Rush, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a while now.”

“Jamie, now is not the time,” I said, as mildly as I could muster.

My little brother climbed down from my lap and went back to his mother was, who flashed a faint smile in our direction. I offered her a simple nod, and paid very little attention to Greg who sat not too far from her.

“When will be the time, Rush? I shouldn’t have to call your personal assistant to get word to you about anything. You never even heard my side. You just cut me off without notice. With Dad lying in there fighting for his life, we can clearly see just how short life is. So, when will—”

Alika rose from her seat before I knew it and spoke on my behalf. “Jamie, he asked you to leave him alone. Now is not the time,” she warned.

“I don’t believe I was talking to you, Alika,” she shot back.

“And I don’t believe that matters. I believe that what matters is that you’ve been instructed that
now is not the time
.”

I thought about intervening, but honestly, I didn’t feel like it. I really didn’t. I was there solely because I wanted to see if the old man would be okay. Regardless of how angry I was with him, he was still my father. Jamie was an afterthought, and I had no intentions of entertaining her. Alika had never seen the side of me where I could outright ignore a person, so she was unaware that she didn’t need to shut Jamie up on my behalf. Jamie would’ve gotten tired of talking to herself sooner or later. Her being a woman saved her and got her a lesser treatment. Had she been a guy and tried to force herself into my space, she’d already be on her ass.

I hadn’t looked up, but with the silence, and Alika having yet to reclaim her seat, led me to believe that a staring contest had ensued, which caused me to chuckle lightly on the inside.

“If you’re here to give me an update, I’ll take that. Otherwise, move back over where you were when Alika and I came in, Jamie.”

I touched Alika’s wrist, and when she looked at me, I nodded my head for her to sit back down. After which point, Jamie kicked up her dramatics a notch.

“Really, Rush? That’s all you have to say to me? Really!” she had begun to scream almost, and that was when her numbskull boyfriend abandoned his seat and came to lure her back to where he sat.

“Do you really think that’s the way to talk to your sister, Rush?”

Greg didn’t realize that he had come at the right time. There was nothing on earth that I could or would do to Jamie, but being able to put my foot in his ass would suffice. Jamie’s little savior was just what the doctor ordered.

“Greg, step away and take Jamie with you,” I warned.

“Don’t dismiss me that way. I’ve dealt with you and your disrespectful ways long enough. I’m the one who hears her cry when she can’t reach you. I’m the one who has to hear about how she wishes she could have done things differently. I’m the one who has to hear her go on and on about—”

Before I knew it, and before I could control my own actions, I’d leapt from my seat and had Greg by the collar of his pea coat, pulling him so close to me I could feel his breath on my face. I watched as his pupils grew wide then receded.

“What was that again, asshole? What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Let him go, Rush!” Jamie yelled.

“Oh, now you want me to let him go? You come up in my space with your fucking whining about how you can’t get through to me. I tell you to get the fuck outta my face and not only do you refuse, but your little bitch comes to talk shit!”

“Just let him go! I’ll leave you alone!”

“Cat got your tongue, pussy boy?” I posed to Greg, who had gone mute all of a sudden. “What happened to the big, bad wolf motherfucker?”

“Rush!”

In the same moment that she cried out a third time, I felt Alika’s hand on my forearm attempting to calm the situation. “Come on, baby. Let him go,” she urged.

I held onto him for a few more seconds, and then released him. When I did release him, he jerked his jacket back into place and attempted a stare down that he knew he could only back up with bitch cries, if I were to start pummeling his ass to the hospital’s carpeted floor.

“I’m going over to the nurse’s station, babe,” I informed Alika. “After I get an update, we’re outta here.”

“Okay, baby,” she responded, reclaiming her seat. “I’ll be right here.”

From what the nurse had told me, my father’s condition was stabilized, but they were still monitoring him closely. She said that he had been very lucky, and that had it not been for the padding of his pants, and the speedy response of the paramedic’s team, he may not have made it.

Alika and I went back the next day to see how things were, and I was told the same thing. Only on that visit, we were notified that while it might be slow, he was expected to make a full recovery. All I could think of when she informed me of his prognosis, was that this man fought to live so that he could still have free reign to wreck havoc on the lives of unsuspecting people. But not everyone was unsuspecting because there was at least one person who hated him enough to want him dead. Whenever he did make it out of his current predicament, he may want to watch his ass because somebody definitely wanted to cancel Christmas on his ass.