Before There Was You, There Was You

Chapter 51

“Every cause produces more than one effect” ~ Hebert Spencer


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“Not interested,” Brian drawled in a bored voice for the third time this evening.

Woody’s was unusually crowded for a Monday night. They hadn’t even ordered their drinks yet and the vultures were already circling, cocks twitching for an opportunity to be fucked by the stud of Liberty Avenue.

On any other night Justin wouldn’t have given it a second thought. Men and women propositioned Brian all the time. He was, after all, the most beautiful man Justin had ever seen. It was natural for him to be sought after by so many, and Justin always accepted that fact. But tonight, he was irritated and intolerant.

“Fuck off,” Justin added when the tall blond Adonis didn’t take Brian’s refusal quick enough.

Brian raised his eyebrow at Justin.

Justin glared back at him.

Brian ordered their drinks then turned to him. “Mind telling me why the fuck you’re pissed at me?”

“Mind telling me what the fuck you and James are up to?”

Brian and James had been acting strange all night. Both were uncharacteristically quiet when they returned to Rena’s room. Justin was prepared for hysterics from Brian. It didn’t happen too often, but when Brian got really angry or worried, he could queen out with the best of them. And though James was more reserved in nature, when it came to Rena’s safety that calm façade would fade quickly and be replaced with tense anxiety.

But instead of the frantic questions, and worried expressions he expected, he was greeted with two men who looked like cats who swallowed the proverbial canaries.

Each took great pains in assuring Rena that neither were going to kill Hobbs nor have him killed. Brian promised and James swore on her life. There was no doubt they were being sincere. But Justin knew Brian too well; he and James were planning something.

They stayed awhile with Rena until she was herself again, which only took about a half hour. Rena usually bounced back quickly from these attacks. It was the same with Justin’s panic attacks. Once they were over, it was like it never happened. And just like Justin’s panic attacks, Rena’s attacks were a result of a past trauma.

Justin hoped his attacks would lessen in frequency now that he had his memory back. It was a big step towards healing. Rena, however, still had to deal with the root of her attacks. Justin hoped she was making progress in therapy. She had yet to tell Brian about the rape. It was a bridge they would all have to cross when the time came. But for tonight, the crisis was over. Brian had made her promise to make an appointment with her psychiatrist in the morning. She agreed, and Brian was appeased.

They were all going to come out tonight but then John showed up. Of course he was pissed because no one notified him that Rena had an attack. He had just gotten off of work and dropped by unexpectedly. When he heard what had happened he threw a fit. Rena took exception to his attitude and they got into an argument, which was everyone’s cue to leave.

Shane took off, presumably to see Adam, while Brian and Justin decided to go to Woody’s. James tagged along, and rode with Brian while Justin took his own car. Justin fumed as he imagined Brian and James scheming whatever it was they had cooked up on the way over.

Brian made a face. “Stop being such a twat. James had a suggestion on how to deal with Hobbs that I think might work. It’s just an idea at this point. The details need to be worked out.” He turned back to pay the bartender for their drinks.

Justin frowned. “Why do we have to “deal” with Hobbs at all?”

Brian handed him his drink. He looked down at Justin and pulled his bottom lip in and contemplated his next words. As an ad man, no one pitched an idea better then Brian. Words were the tools of his craft. Like the sculptor who molded clay to create his art, Brian molded words to design ideas to sell to his clients. And he was the best in the field.

However when it came to personal, emotional talks, Brian was at a loss for words. He needed to somehow incorporate his word skills as an ad man into the conversation he was about to have with Justin so that he could obtain his goal, which was to get Justin to open up about Hobbs, and accept that they had to deal with it together. It wouldn’t be easy, and it meant leaving himself open and vulnerable to Justin on this subject which was a position Brian NEVER wanted to be in. But, he reminded himself, certain things needed to change and this was one of them.

“I’m NOT interested.” Brian snapped his head around to yell at the man who came up behind him unexpectedly. The man scurried away in a huff. Brian grinned.

‘And then there were things that would never change,’ Thank God.

He turned back to Justin. “Come,” he said and motioned Justin to their table where James was waiting.

“James, watch our drinks,” Brian said as he took Justin’s drink from him and placed it on the table along with his own.

“We’ll be back in a few.” He grabbed Justin’s hand and headed for door. Once outside, Brian led him down the street to a quiet spot around the corner. He pulled Justin down a side alley.

“You want to fuck now?” Justin asked, looking around the deserted alley.

Brian propped his back against the building and pulled Justin into his arms.

“I always want to fuck,” he said with a sexy smirk as he tilted his head forward to capture Justin’s mouth in a hot searing kiss.

The kiss took Justin by surprise. It was forceful, possessive and over too quickly. Brian often, if not always, used his kisses to communicate. This particular kiss communicated to Justin, ‘You are mine’.

Justin’s eyes glazed over and he reached up to recapture Brian’s mouth. He had a message of his own to give to him. But Brian gently held him back.

“But that’s not why I brought you out here,” he said a bit breathlessly and leaned his head back against the stone cold wall of the building.

Justin raised his brow.

Brian took a deep calming breath before he spoke. “Justin, how do YOU want to deal with Hobbs?”

Justin turned from him, his ardor now doused by Brian’s question. “I told you. I don’t want to deal with him at all. I just want us to move on and forget about him.”

“Bullshit.”

Justin’s head swung back around. His eyes met Brian’s. Brian could see the confusion and hurt in them, and he regretted having this conversation, but it needed to be done.

“What does it matter?” Justin sniped as he tried to pull away from Brian’s embrace.
 

Brian held him even tighter. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not getting running from this. Now tell me and I want the truth. Forget what we will or won’t do to Hobbs, what do you “want” to do to him? He took a fucking bat to your head Justin. You almost died. He stole your memory, the full use of your hand, your self esteem…”

Justin’s eyes grew angry at that last line. “My self esteem is just fine thank you,” he said in his very polite WASP voice.

Brian knew he was treading on dangerous ground when Justin used that tone, but he was not going to be deterred by it. “The Justin I know would never let a punk like that get away with hurting him. The Justin I know tells his father to go to Hell and walks out at seventeen years old because his father won’t accept him for who he is. The Justin I know faces bullies in schoolyards and stands and fights. The Justin I know fights for other people when he feels they’re being treated unfairly. So why is it when it’s YOU who have been treated badly, you don’t fight back? The courts failed us, and you quietly accepted it. You didn’t go to the DA demanding new charges be brought. You didn’t march on city hall with Deb and Mikey. You simply let him get away with it. Why?” Brian asked bluntly; so much for word finesse.

Justin didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Brian was going to a place he had avoided for so long. Truth was, he was afraid. Not so much of Hobbs, but of his own rage. First, it was his rage over what Hobbs took from him. Like Brian said, his memory, the use of his hand. But now, after getting his memory back and knowing Hobbs intended the attack all along, Justin felt a whole new level of rage.

He hated Hobbs with his whole being, but he couldn’t allow that hate to come out. If he did, he truly feared he would do to Hobbs, what Hobbs had done to him. God knows he thought about it. Many times. But to what good? It was best, as Brian had taught him, to forget about it.

“This is rich coming from you. Aren’t you always telling me to forget about it?”

“Yeah. That’s me. That’s how I deal with things. Booze, sex, drugs.. Whatever it takes to drown out the pain. To forget. But that’s NOT YOU, Justin.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say? That I hate Hobbs? That I have dreams of taking a fucking bat to his head? That sometimes, my hate is so intense it actually chokes me and that’s usually when I have a panic attack? What do you want to hear, Bri? That I STILL have fucking panic attacks?” Justin stopped seeing the look of shock on Brian’s face.

He had hid his attacks from Brian for sometime now. He just couldn’t bear the look of pain and fear in Brian’s eyes when he was having one. He let Brian believe they had stopped. But they didn’t. When he had moved out of the loft, it was easy to hide them from him. But since he moved back in, he was afraid that sooner or later he’d have another one and Brian would witness it.

It was one of the reasons why he wanted Rena to hypnotize him in hopes of getting his memory back. He felt if he had at least that, he’d have some control over them. It was too soon to tell if it actually made a difference, though he had seen an immediate improvement in his hand motor skill.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were still having them?”

Justin pushed away from him and Brian released him.

“Because I’m tired of hurting you!” Justin screeched a bit hysterically. It took Brian by surprised. Justin stood back and looked at Brian. “Jesus, Bri, I know how my panic attacks affect you. When are you going to realize you can’t hide from me?”

Brian’s eyes grew intense. “That’s no excuse for not telling me you were still having them.”

Justin threw his hands up. “All right, fine, I should have told you. Now can we end this conversation?” Justin turned his back on Brian.

Brian reached out and grabbed his arm and swung him around to face him.

“NO, we cannot end this conversation. Stop avoiding. I want to know how you feel about Hobbs, especially now, having your memory back.”

Justin glared at Brian, his eyes glazed with unshed tears from his frustration and anger. They stood like that for what seemed like forever before Justin spoke.

“I hate him with every part of my being. I hate him so much I want to go to his house right now and take a bat to his head. I want to hear him cry out in pain and beg for forgiveness. And I hate myself for feeling that way.”

Brian brought his hand up and cupped Justin’s cheek. Justin nestled his face into the warmth of Brian’s palm.

“Go on,” Brian encouraged gently as his thumb caressed the soft skin of his cheek.

“I want justice. But I won’t get it, and I know that. If he had gone to jail, or at the very least been found guilty of committing a hate crime, because that is exactly what it was, then maybe I wouldn’t feel this way. But it didn’t happen like that, so I live with this hate, and pray that one day it won’t consume me.”

Brian could feel the sadness in Justin’s voice. “Justin, look at me.” He urged Justin’s face up to meet his eyes. “When I sat in that courtroom and heard the judge hand down that ridiculous sentence I wanted to kill Hobbs and that fucking judge. I knew the courts would fail us. The world is not ready to accept us yet. Mikey and Deb organized a march. But I was so bitter and cynical I refused to join them. I ridiculed their efforts. Instead, I chose to focus on getting you well again, and of course, using my famous pain management techniques to drown out any feelings of revenge I had. I knew if I let myself, I would finish the job I started that night. God help me, I would have killed him that night if you weren’t lying in a pool of blood. As it was, I only managed to dislocate his knee.” Brian paused, recalling attacking Hobbs that night.

His mind snapped when he saw Hobbs strike Justin. He ran and picked up the bat Hobbs had dropped and struck him behind the knees. He would have continued to beat him if Justin weren’t lying in a pool of blood.

Initially, charges were brought against him for assault but Carl had them dropped. His report exonerated him of the charges due to extenuating circumstances. He was lucky the DA accepted it. The fucking judge however was not happy and figured it was a wash. One dislocated knee made up for one cracked skull, two weeks in a coma and brain damage. Yeah, that seemed fair, Brian scoffed. Of course a straight judge would consider that justice. Brian seethed with rage for months over that one.

“You attacked Hobbs?” Justin asked, eyes wide with shock.

Brian sighed. He never told Justin. He figured the kid had enough to deal with. Only Mikey and Deb, and of course Carl, knew. But he swore them all to secrecy.

“Justin, you have to understand, I saw him strike you. I tried to stop him, I couldn’t…I was so angry, so frightened…I wasn’t thinking straight…” Brian was trying to explain himself.

“Shhhh…”Justin said and put his fingers up to Brian’s lips. “I would have done the same. You don’t have to explain. I just wish you would have told me.”

“You had enough to deal with. It took us weeks just to get you out of the loft on your own, remember? I didn’t want anything upsetting your progress.”

“Well, I’m better now. And I know this is going to sound bad, but I’m glad you hit him,” Justin said, his voice cracked a bit. “But I’m also glad you didn’t do to him what he did to me.”

Brian gave him a crooked smile. “I’m just sorry I didn’t stop the bastard to begin with. You know, I thought I’d feel more satisfaction than I did when I hit him. But I didn’t. All I could feel was panic over how badly you were hurt. I could have beaten him unconscious, and it still wouldn’t have changed the fact that he almost killed you.”

Justin rested his face against Brian’s chest and hugged him tight.

“Well, nothing can be done about it now. It’s over and I’m better. Please, let’s just let it go. Knowing that he planned the attack changes nothing. The courts failed us. Life is not fair sometimes, I understand that. But I won’t allow us to become something we’re not in the name of justice.”

Brian rested his chin on top of Justin’s head. “Ah, now that brings us back to James’s suggestion.”

Justin could hear the smile in his voice.

He peeked up at Brian. “What exactly “IS” James’s plan? I can’t image it not involving violence, knowing James.”

“Actually, it doesn’t. It does however, involve some tactics that might be a bit outside the law, but I think we can live with that.”

Justin frowned. “I don’t think I like the sound of this.”

“Just hear him out, ok? If you don’t like what he has to say, I promise I’ll drop it.”

Justin pulled his bottom lip in and tilted his head. “You promise?’

Brian leaned down and kissed the side of his mouth and whispered, “I promise.”

“Ok then. Let’s go talk to James.” Justin pushed away from Brian and turned to leave the alley.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Brian said and pulled him back.

Justin looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Brian pulled him up against his body and pressed his hardness into him. Justin smiled his mega watt smile when understanding dawned on him.

This only made Brian stiffer.

“So you did have ulterior motives in bringing me down this alley.”

“Always.” Brian took Justin’s hands and placed them inside the front of his jeans.

Justin started unzipping his pants as he leaned forward to press his lips against Brian’s.

Brian groaned into Justin’s mouth and deepened the kiss. He reached between them and stroked Justin’s cock.

Justin made haste in pulling Brian’s pants down. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses along Brian’s neck.

Brian, eager in his need, urged Justin down on his knees.

Justin smiled as he took Brian’s cock in his mouth.

Brian hissed loudly and thrust his hips forward, giving Justin better access.

He steadied himself with one hand against the building while his other hand dug into the silky softness of Justin’s hair. God he loved touching Justin’s hair. Sometimes he thought he could cum just from the feel of it gliding between his fingers.

Justin was working his magic on Brian. Slowly stroking and massaging his cock with his teeth, lips and tongue. Justin knew every inch of Brian’s cock. He knew all his sensitive spots, like the soft skin at the base right where it met his balls. Justin would deep throat him then let his tongue flick on that spot. It always elicited a tortured sexy moan from Brian, like the one Brian was making now.

“Fuck Justin, I’m gonna cum…” Brian hissed between clenched teeth.

‘You always do,’ Justin thought to himself smugly. He loved knowing that no one but him could make Brian cum so hard, and so quick.

Justin felt the muscles in Brian’s thighs contract, and his balls tighten. He could feel Brian’s orgasm upon him. He doubled his efforts and greedily sucked him in deeper and harder, needy to savor the sweet salty taste of him slide down his throat.

“Arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Brian’s voice rang out in the deserted alley. Justin was sure it would attract attention, but he didn’t care. He was doing what he did best, pleasing his love.

Brian’s body convulsed as waves of pleasure overtook him. The force of his release was so strong he had to use the wall of the building for support because his knees had buckled. Fuck! He thought as his body spilled his seed into Justin’s mouth. The kid had way too much fucking power over him.

Justin swallowed all of Brian’s nectar, and licked the tip before pulling Brian’s pants up. He raised himself up and kissed Brian deep, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.

Brian could taste his seed on Justin’s tongue and moaned deeply. He licked and nipped at Justin’s tongue and lips, hungrily devouring his essence mingled with his blonde’s.

“Hey, who’s down there?” someone called from the street.

“Fuck!” Brian cursed into Justin’s mouth. He pulled back and gave Justin an apologetic smile. “Looks like we have an audience. Now you know I don’t mind….” he started to say.

Justin laughed and pulled away seeing the look in Brian’s eyes. He knew he only had to give the word and Brian would fuck him right there, with or without an audience. “Forget about it. You can fuck me when we get home.”

Brian pouted in protest. “Fine,” he said peevishly and made a face. Justin laughed. God he could be such a child sometimes he thought, and he loved him for it.

“Let’s get back inside. I’m sure James is wondering what happened to us by now.”

Brian reluctantly followed Justin back into Woody’s. James was still sitting at the table they left him at. He looked up from his drink and gave them a knowing smile.

Justin blushed.

Brian smirked.

They joined him and picked up their drinks.

“So James…” Justin said after he took a long swallow of his now watered down drink.

“Brian tells me you have a plan?”

 

***
 

“Hey, kid, want to make ten bucks?”

The “kid” in question sneered at the offer. “Hey, I don’t fucking get out of bed for ten bucks,” he said arrogantly.

“What bed is that? The cardboard box you live in? Ten bucks buys you dinner for the night, and a pack of cigs. I know, I’ve been there. The streets look pretty deserted tonight. I don’t think you’ll be getting too many offers. All I’m asking is that you run up to the doorman over there and tell him there’s a stray dog ripping up the lawn around back. Then take off.”

The kid looked over at the doorman who stood in front of the expensive high-rise apartment complex. Ten bucks was ten bucks, and besides, maybe he could get a John or two out of it. Those ritzy types liked little boys, and they paid big money. Not so much for the sex, but for the silence. He smiled. “Ok, cash up front.”

Shane handed him the money and waited for her chance.

She was in a playful, mischievous mood tonight. Probably the result of all that adrenaline pumping through her veins from worrying about Rena. Now that she knew Rena was going to be fine, Shane needed to release some of that pent up anxiety. And she knew exactly how she was going to do that. Adam was in for a surprise.

She knew he was home tonight working because he had called earlier. She told him she’d call him when she got off work; they were going to try and make a late dinner. But Shane had other plans. She’d never been to Adam’s apartment. She wanted her first time to be very special. A devious smile spread across her face. She wondered, not for the first time since she left the house this evening, what Adam’s reaction would be when she showed up at his door, wearing nothing but black thigh high Edoche boots and a Sonia Rykiel patent leather raincoat.


The kid Shane bribed did his job and the doorman acted on cue, just as Shane suspected he would. He ran around the back to catch that dog. God forbid the lawn should be ruined on his watch. Shane shook her head. It never ceased to amaze her at what the rich deemed important.

Once he rounded the building, Shane crossed the street and entered the building with no problem. It was worth the ten bucks. If she had to go through the doorman, he would have had to call Adam to get approval for her to enter. And that would ruin the surprise.

Shane entered the inside of the gilded lobby. She looked around disapprovingly. It was much like Margo’s apartment building in L.A, cold and garishly decorated.

She walked over to the first of many mirrored elevator doors and pressed the up button. The elevator doors opened and she stepped aside, head lowered to hide her face, and let the handsomely dressed couple exit. She then got in and pressed the button for the penthouse.

Her heart was pounding in her chest from anticipation. Twenty-two stories. Fuck, it seemed like eternity getting to the top. The elevator music was horrid, as expected. She looked up and saw the security camera strategically placed in the corner. She contemplated briefly flashing whoever was watching, and then decided against it. It might earn Adam a visit from security tonight and she didn’t want any interruptions.

Finally, the bell rang and the elevator doors opened. Shane stepped into the hallway and walked down to the apartment door at the end. The clicking sound of her heels against the marble floor echoed obscenely in her ears.

Apartment 2205. Shane lifted her hand and pressed the door’s buzzer. Mozart played on the other side. She held her breath as she heard the door being unlocked.

Before she lost her nerve, she placed her hands on the belt of her coat and untied it. She held the garment open and adopted what she hoped was a sexy pose.

The door opened, and Shane froze.

“I believe you are looking for Hal. He resides in apartment 2250,” the woman addressed Shane as she stood there naked.

“And please tell him that this is a respectable complex, if he wished to indulge in illicit acts, please do so off premises. Next time I will call security,” the blonde informed her in a reproachful voice.

Shane finally came to her senses and covered up.

“I’m sorry, my mistake. I thought this was someone else’s apartment,” she said, her face red with embarrassment. “I have no idea who Hal is.” She didn’t want this woman thinking her neighbor had hired a prostitute.

“Oh?” the woman said haughtily. “And may I ask who it is you are looking for?”

Shane was not about to give this woman Adam’s name. “No one you know, I’m sure. Sorry for the interruption,” she said then turned to leave.

“Cathy, what did you do with my English leather belt?” A man’s voice came from behind the woman. Not any man’s voice. Adam’s voice. Shane swung back around in time to see Adam come up behind the woman.

Their eyes clashed and Shane cursed. ‘FUCK FUCK FUCK! Though only one “fuck” escaped her lips, several of them, including some other very colorful expletives ran through her brain though.

Stupid, stupid girl! She berated herself. This must be his girlfriend Cathy. He’d spoken of her before as ‘the woman who like the size of his portfolio more then the size of his penis’.

Shane had foolishly assumed he had ended it with her. God she must look like an idiot right now! He never said he had ended it, she just assumed it. And why should he end it? Now that she saw Cathy, she could understand the appeal. It wasn’t that she was beautiful, though she was pleasantly attractive; it was that she “looked” the part. Something Shane could never do.

Cathy was all WASP. She had the look of a woman of breeding and class. Shane had the look of a girl from the streets. It was all in the eyes, and the way she held herself.

Reality hit her like a cruel hammer. Adam had told her about his arrangement with Cathy. He provided her with money, and social connections and she looked good on his arm at important functions, plus she had the blue blood one needed to be invited into certain circles.

Adam was a high-powered lawyer. He traveled in those circles; they were the meat and bones of his profession. Impressions were very important to those people. Having the right tie, the right office, the right connections, and of course, the right spouse or partner on your arm. Shane could never fill that position. She would always be ‘just the trick’ Adam kept on the side.

She should be angry, or sad, or hysterical. Something. But she wasn’t. She accepted it like she accepted most things in her life. This was her lot. There was no prince waiting for her. She was damaged goods and as such, no respectable man would want her.

Shane smiled sadly at Adam. “I was just telling your lady here, that I made a mistake. I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll be leaving now.” She turned and walked quickly towards the elevator.

“The fuck you will!” Adam pushed Cathy aside and ran down the hall after Shane. He grabbed her arm and twisted her around. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Shane looked over his shoulder to where Cathy stood watching. She had a bored, exasperated look on her face. She turned her eyes back to Adam. “Umm, you could show a little respect to your girlfriend. I’m sure she knows about your extracurricular affairs, but it’s rude to shove it in her face.”

Adam looked at her puzzled. “Extracurricular affairs? Where is this coming from?”

Shane’s eyes grew dark. She could accept the situation for what it was, what she couldn’t accept was Adam’s attempt to make this something other than what it really was. She was no simpering girl on the verge of tears at finding out her lover had a girlfriend. He didn’t need this ruse, and quite frankly, she resented it.

“If you won’t show her any respect, then show me some and stop acting stupid. I made a mistake. Hey, it happens. Just don’t insult me by denying our relationship for what it is.”

Adam made a face. “I think you’ve been hanging around that fucking drama queen too long. I’m not denying anything. YOU are jumping to conclusions.”

“Am I? Are you NOT still living with your girlfriend?” Shane asked the obvious angrily. “And are you talking about Brian?” Her voice grew even angrier.

“Yes, I AM talking about Brian and NO I am not living with my girlfriend. I am letting my EX girlfriend stay here until her Condo, the Condo I BOUGHT for her…” Adam added and looked back at Cathy with accusing eyes. She shrugged. “….is ready. She didn’t like the fucking colors of the walls and had the whole place repainted. It’s the price I pay for finally throwing her ass out.”

Cathy bristled at his words. “Fuck you, Adam. I wouldn’t be so smug if I were you. At least you got your money’s worth from me. What can “THAT” thing give you? From the looks of her she’s barely legal and over used. Whatever you are paying, it’s too much.” Her words were cutting.

Shane laughed. “Not bad, Adam. I can see the appeal.”

“At least she knows she’s a whore, too. High priced, yes, but still a whore,” Shane said scathingly.

“Fuck you both,” Cathy huffed and slammed the door shut.

“Great, now it will be an hour before she lets me in my own fucking apartment to get my wallet and cell.”

Shane sighed. “Come on,” she said and grabbed Adams hand.

“I can’t go anywhere! I don’t have my wallet, or my cell! MY CELL, SHANE!” Adam whined childishly.

Shane laughed as she led him to the elevator. “Fuck your wallet and your phone. You can live without it for a few hours,” she said then burst into a new round of laughter as she saw the horrified look on Adam’s face at her suggestion.

“Are you insane! MY LIFE is in that phone!”

“Yeah, yeah… I know. Jesus, Slatter, you wouldn’t last two minutes on the streets. You’re such a pussy,” Shane said knowing how to push his buttons.

Adam stopped short making her jerk to a halt. “Oh? Is that so?” he said dangerously.

Shane looked contrite. “Ok, so you’re not a pussy. But you complain like a bitch,” she said as if that were better than calling him a pussy.

Adam yanked her up against him abruptly. He lowered his head and kissed her hard. When he released her mouth, her lips were bruised.

“This “bitch” is going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week.”

Shane’s knees went weak at his words. “I’m counting on it,” she said in a lust-laden voice.

Adam turned her around and slammed her up against the wall. He kissed her again and ground his hard cock against her. Shane moaned and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

They were heedless of their surroundings as Adam opened Shane’s’ coat and ran his hands over her naked body. Shane reached down and unzipped his pants. Adam was going to fuck her right there in the hallway of his apartment complex.

The door to his apartment opened again. Cathy let out a shocked screech as she saw a half naked Adam pushing himself into a very naked Shane.

“Animal!” she screamed and threw his cell and wallet out the door before slamming it shut again.

Adam could care less. He pushed up into Shane, eliciting a shocked guttural moan of pleasure from her.

The loud sounds of their coupling caused more than one door on his floor to open. Shocked voices saying “Oh, my God,” or “The nerve!” echoed through the hall but neither noticed.

They didn’t care where they were, or who was watching. They didn’t care about anything but the passion that burned so hotly between them. Everything else was beyond their notice.

Even the fact that neither bothered to think to use a condom…


 

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