Page 69 of Range
“Siah–”
“Answer me, Range.”
Her gaze faltered.
“Yes.”
I sat back in my seat, scratching my beard. Everything felt good inside of me. Every fucking thing.
“I’m family,” I explained.
“How?”
I tipped my head toward her.
“Chem is no fool. He wants me free, to return to the real world just to change your last name, baby.”
“That’s not going to happen, Mr. Blackwood.”
“Back to Mr. Blackwood?” I chuckled, finding her amusing.
She nodded.
“You can’t change what’s destined. No matter how much you avoid it or change your mind about it. What is will always be.”
I scooted closer to the center of the table, stretching my hands underneath it. They brushed against Range’s knees. Her nostrils widened with confusion and curiosity.
“Understood, Sunshine?”
My eyes were still on her, demanding she part for me. She didn’t protest. Her knees separated, allowing my fingers to travel toward her sacred place.
“I don’t,” she admitted.
She was the warmest place in the room. Her furnace was pumping out natural heat. Range was no longer breathing. Those pretty eyes disappeared for a millisecond, every second. Disbelief was dismantling her quickly,
Underneath the pantyhose she wore, her skin was smooth. Flawless. Allowing them to go on for what felt like miles. No lumps. No tears. Not interruptions.
Range was losing herself. Restraint was becoming her greatest opponent. We shared an enemy now. Our bond was solidified.
“Your body is contradicting the words coming from your pretty lips.”
The distance between us was hindering. I ground my teeth together with disappointment as I pulled backward. I didn’t wait for my hardened dick to soften before standing.
Range needed to understand what she did to me. Range needed to know she wasn’t alone. Range needed to know I, too, yearned for her. Range needed another reason to think of me long before she’d left my presence. Range needed a reason to touch herself tonight. Tomorrow night. And, every night after.
I observed as her features changed. Her forehead pulled forward. So did her thick, tamed eyebrows. Her mouth widened, bottom lip falling along with her chin. Her spine was no longer straight. Her confidence was no longer apparent. Her desire was. I loved them both.
The chains bounding my wrists made their presence known as I turned around, leaving Range with her thoughts, questions,and concerns. I waited for the door in front of me to open. However, I didn’t wait for it to seal.
A batonagainst the bars awakened me from my sleep. Darkness hugged the walls. A radio played lowly in the cell next to me. The soothing sounds of Sade made it easier to stir awake from the slight coma I’d be in over the last eight hours.
My feet touched the slippers on the floor, a few inches shy of the bed. I stretched my limbs, waiting for the familiar sound of crepitus, usually a result of the swift release of nitrogen gas pockets in the joints or my ligaments and tendons popping. Either way, the quick release was satisfying.
“Mm.”
My shoulders were first. Then my back. Left side. Right side. My legs. And, finally my neck.
I stood over the toilet, dick out of my government-issued uniform, releasing the pressure from my bladder. The sink was my next stop. In front of the bare wall, I poured water from the bottle on the sink onto my toothbrush. I followed up with a thick strand of paste on the bristles. Another coat of water before scrubbing my tongue and teeth.
