D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

MEANWHILE, around the time that Rah-Rah was telling Lamar that he, Lamar belonged to him- and Joop, dressed in black fatigues, was on his way over to Rah-Rah's house...

I sat at the kitchen table long after Malik went to bed, mulling over my own dilemma about Trey and what I was going to tell Joe about it all.  I was just standing to my feet, on my way up to bed when I heard my bedroom door click upstairs, and the sound of footfalls on the stairwell.  I looked up to see Joe fully dressed, coming down towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”  I said in a low voice- I didn’t know if Malik was still awake or not.

“I got a page from the prison, there was trouble in the infirmary- medicine was stolen and the inmate nurses are raising hell about being blamed for it,” Joe said, preoccupied with searching for his car keys.  “Did the boys take the Excursion?”

“No, Malik went upstairs a little while ago,” I said.  “The cars are all outside.”

“He was thirsty or something?” Joe asked absently, finally seeing his keys on the far counter-top and grabbing them up.

I hesitated, wondering how much I should clue Joe in on- I didn’t want him to over-react to Malik and Lamar’s lovers’ spat.  He overdid it so much with Malik as it was, trying to make up for the lost years.

But it seemed like I didn’t have to worry about letting him know anything at present, since he abruptly bounded out the back door.  “I-I’m sorry, baby, I have to go,” Joe threw behind his shoulder as the screen door slammed shut.

I stared after him, pensive.  In seconds I heard the Excursion pull out of the driveway and speed off into the night.  I sighed.  It felt like Joe was becoming less and less a part of our little family dynamic.  Or was it just me pulling away from him, making room in my heart for Trey..?  Confused, I turned back towards the stairwell and my waiting bed upstairs.

The wall phone rang in the kitchen.  For a second I didn’t answer it, wondering who would call so late, in the middle of the night- and then I remembered my son wasn’t home.  I crossed over back into the kitchen and caught it on the next ring.  “Hello..?”

“Well, finally, you answer my call.”  It was Trey.  My ass twitched when I heard the now familiar sexy-ass voice that made my heart skip a beat.  “Trey, it’s the middle of the night,” I said, hoping he would just hang up.

He grinned.  “I know, I waited until your boyfriend left the house.”

I frowned.  “How did you know that Joe just left?”

Trey’s grin then twisted into a smirk.   “I called him,” he replied with aplomb.

I was stunned.  “What the- what do you mean you called him?”

“Well, he was out of it, he thought it was an actual call from the prison.”   He raised the pitch of his voice in mock resemblance of a frightened woman on a phone call.  “ ‘We need you up here, sir- the meds are alllll gone!!!’  Dumb-ass,” he smirked again, with a twinkle in his hazel-brown eyes.

“As a PO, that ‘dumb-ass’ as you say, is your boss; see that you remember that,” I retorted hotly as I hung up the phone, angry that he made me feel so unsettled in my own house.

Suddenly I felt the night wind at my back as the screen door squeaked.  Turning around I saw Trey standing just inside the kitchen, sexy and powerful as always, dressed in jeans and a tank-top that showed off all the muscles he was obviously proud of.  He DID look good, and my heart leapt to see him on the inside; the outside, however, showed him nothing but contempt.

“Are you stalking me?” I shouted, furious with him.  “You sent Joe on a wild goose-chase for what?  So I would TALK to you..?  You need therapy,” I scolded.

“Oh, calm down, baby,” he said, coming over and reaching out to enfold me in his arms.  “It was just a joke, he’ll get over it.”

I pulled back, walking towards the stairs.  “You can show yourself out,” I said coldly, heading up the stairs to my room.  I reached my bedroom door and closed it behind me, leaning against it while breathing heavily.  I hoped he got the hint and left the house.  I berated myself for not making sure…

…and of course, I was right.  “Are you gonna let me in?” came Trey’s deep, sexy-assed voice through the closed door, startling me.

I opened it quickly, motioning him to be quiet.  “My sons are sleeping,” I said, nodding towards the closed door down the hallway.

“Let me in and they won’t hear me then,” he stubbornly replied, his jaw jutted out.

I sighed and let him in the room.  I closed the door behind me, determined to give him hell for following me up here- and turned to find that he had pinned me up against the door, his palms both on the door and me stuck in between his arms.  His Joop-like scent was filling me up again, distracting me, making me remember how good he looked.

I tried to get a grip.  “Look,” I started to say, my words trembling.  “I need you t-to leave.”

“Un-hunnh,” he murmured, leaning closer.  His lips were so sexy- wait, he’s supposed to be leaving…

I tried again, taking a deep breath.  “P-please, go,” I said, trying not to look into his pretty-light brown eyes, so golden and deep in their sexiness-

“Un-hunnh,” he said again, his lips brushing against the nape of my neck.

My dick was rising like it did when I was in high school- fast and furious.  There was a dull ache between my thighs… and then he leaned in again, lips caressing mine, his sexy tasting tongue darting into my mouth and wrestling with my own.

I couldn’t think anymore.

My arms wrapped around him and somehow we ended up on my bed, Trey pulling off my bathrobe and his pants at the same time.  In seconds we were naked, Trey beginning this sort of bath of my body, tracing his lips and tongue all over me, from my forehead on down.  He reached my nipples and lightly bit down.  My dick jumped with desire, and I moaned aloud, trying to keep quiet lest Malik notice that I was not in here with his father…

 

Trey ran his sexy, strong masculine hands all over my body as his mouth visited all my secret masculine places.  When he reached my navel I jumped, that being a very particularly sensitive spot.  He noticed, for I felt a grin on his features as he hesitated, and bore down on that spot, hitting the nerve underneath and massaging it.

My legs and arms thrashed about, I couldn’t take it- it was so intense.  “T-Trey,” I breathed, “don’t- I can't take it…!!!”

He started to laugh and he pressed even harder.  I thrashed and moaned about the bed, my dick pre-cumming like I had poured water on it.  God, I had to HAVE him NOW!!!

I grabbed his head and with a force of pure lust pulled him up towards me.  he slid into curve of my body, his giant throbbing dick resting in between my legs, pulsing with heat.  Our nutsacks came to rest against each other in intimate comfort.  He slid his arms around me and nestled his face into my neck, nibbling softly. I closed my eyes against the intensity.

“You want it, baby,” he asked, his face buried in my neck, one hand on each thigh, pulling them slowly apart, his dick swelling with anticipation.  “You want my big dick in that pretty ass that should be mine...?”

“I’d like to know the answer to that myself,” came another, darker voice from behind us.

I yanked open my eyes and looked up as Trey whipped his head behind him.  Joe had come back home without me hearing him; he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, dark eyes blazing, with one hand on the doorknob, the other on his service revolver.

***

I stard at da empty trunk, jus madd frozn.  Rah-Rah got outta there sumhow, which meant dat dis nicca wasn’t, couldn’t be…

“Yo Joop, I thought.,. I thought you said dat Rah-Rah was in da trunk,” Mar said, his eyez as twisted az mine.

“I DID say dat,” I said, numb az all hell.  I lookd round da car, at da road beside us in da early mornin light.  It wuz still madd dark when I pulld up on this road.  It coulda been any time dat Rah-Rah got outta da trunk witout us seein, an dere wuz no dirt showin footprints, this part of da road was paved real good an weed-grass grew rite up to da street.

“So if you SURE dat you put Rah-Rah in da trunk an drove straight out hurr,” Mar said, “then dat means…”

“Yeah, dat mean dat da nicca aint dead,” I said out loud.

I got goose-pimplz on my arms an shyt, an it lookd like Mar caught da shakes too.  I reached over an grabbd my nicca an held him real close, an he put his cheek on my shoulder.  “Yo if he aint dead an he jus ran off,” I said, strokin da back of Mar head, “I’ll make sure da nicca don’t get nowhere NEAR you…”

Mar nodded in my shoulder, an we stood dere for a minnit as da sun rose up thru da trees to our right.  He pulld away an headed back to da side of da car.  I lookd up an down da road, tryin to catch any sign of Rah-Rah.  “Yo, my thing iz, how da fuk did he git outta da trunk?  I know I closed dat shyt wit him still inside.”

Mar suddenly stoppd befo he got back in.  “Yo I aint notice before,” he said then, “but aint dis Rah-Rah car?”

“Yeah, so what,” I said, lookin hard into da nearby treez.  “I got da keys from da house while you was passd out, stashd him in da trunk, came an got you, an drove us out hurr.”

Mar smackd his forehead.  “Damnit Joop,” he swore.  “Why you use Rah-Rah own shyt?”

“’Cause it wuz dere,” I said.  “C’mon, baby,” I frownd at Mar.  “A trunk is a trunk is a trunk.  I aint think dat Rah-Rah knew how to open up a lockd trunk from da inside.  Dat aint possible.”

“Yo don’t you remember back in high school, when Rah-Rah told us dat he wuz claustrophobic?” Mar said, leanin up on da side of da car an shakin his head.  “Remember when he tried out for the wrestlin team an got pinned dat one time an got all freekd out cause he couldn’t get up?”

“Yeah, we screamd on him for dayz after dat,” I said, frownin sum more.  “But what dat gotta do wit-”

Mar interruptd, lookin at me serious.  “Yo, he tol me last year, rite befo you got outta upstate, dat he was worried bout his son gettin lockd up in a closet or a sum dark space, so he was gonna childproof eerything at his crib so dat if his lil man got shut in a closet or da refrigerator or sumthin, dat he could open up da door from DA INSIDE.  Dat way his kid would never feel shut in or nuthin.”

“So you think,” I askd, lookin at da trunk an goin over to it to look closer, “dat he mighta child-proofed his car too?  Kids get lockd in car trunks too,” I thought out loud.

“Yeah, one time he said dat he might even go to da dump an child-proof dem thrown out fridges too, but I think he was jus kiddin bout dat,” Mar added; “but I betcha dat the lock on dat trunk’s been beefed up.”

I raised da hood up an lookd underneath.  Mar was rite.  Rite where da latch an da lock catchez dere wuz a lil release added, an if anyone wuz inside, all dey hadda do wuz pull da latch down an CLIK! da hood would pop rite up.  Rah-Rah wuz good, I saw dat.  It wuz even riggd so dat it wouldn’t jus pop up drivin over a bump or nuthin, jus when da latch wuz pushed down- an it wuz so light dat a lil kid COULD let demselves out, if they knew what to look for.  I hadda hand it to da nicca, it seemd like he wuz one step ahead of my planz for his azz.

I told Mar whut I seen an he nodded.  “Then whut da FUK was dat crack I heard then,” Mar said, confused.  “I knew I was all druggd up but I heard da crack big as day.”

“Yo I dunno bout dat neither, Mar,” I answrd.  “I felt SUMTHIN crack- an da nicca jus collapsed.  Mayb all I did wuz knock him out cold when I crackd …whatever it wuz.”

“Or, could it be possible dat sumone saw you, Joop,” Mar said.  “We WUZ in hostile territory.  Maybe one of our enemies saw you carryin Rah-Rah to da car an dumpin him inside, and when you came back for me they got his body outta da trunk.”

“Yeah, dat could be possible,” I said, thinkin bout da chances of dat happenin.  “But you know what?  First off, none of dem niccas like Rah-Rah anyhow for hangin out wit us so they wouldn’t help him outta his money.  Second, how cum po-po aint lookin for us den?  Sirens woulda been blarin from hurr to Elliott Bay, you know dat.”

Mar lookd madd freekd out.  “Joop, what are we gonna do..?” he came over to me, an reached out.  I wuz bout to pout my arms round him again when he actually reached under my shirt, into my waistline- an pulld out my .38, holdin it up.  I wuz gonna ask how he knew I wuz carryin but I rememberd dat he IS my nicca, he WOULD know dat I would carry for sumthin like dis.

“Is it loaded,” Mar said, pullin da safety off and checkin da chamber.  A part of me wuz proud dat he handled da gun as easy as he handled my dick; I trained him on how ta use BOTH my weaponz.

“I wuz on my way to see you an I aint want no-one in my face,” I said.  “I wasn’t thinkin of shootin him but I woulda if I hadn’t been so fukkin madd; I forgot I had da gun on me an went after him wit my bare handz.”

“Yeah, but at least if you hadda shot him we’d KNOW he was dead,” Mar said.  “But, I'm kinda glad you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I guess you aint wanna do da time wit me no mo if I got sent back up, huh?”  I grinnd.

“Naw, it’s not dat,” Mar said, his eyes growin dark, cockin da gun an pointing it straight into da risin sun, sideways-thugg style like I taught him.  “Now dat you ain't take da chance from me, I get to kill Rah-Rah MYSELF.”

***

The sun was just creeping through the window as Trey and I silently pulled on our discarded boxers and sat down on the bed while Joe sat at the vanity, hand on his service piece all the while, dark eyes blazing, quiet as death.

Trey sat right next to me, his bare, muscled leg resting casually against mine.  Seeing Joe's look at our closeness made me scoot over to one side of the bed and try to look properly ashamed.

“So,” Joe finally said after an eternity of silence, “who the fuck ARE you and why are you in my bed naked with my lover?”

Before Trey could answer I jumped in.  “Joe, I’d like to introduce you to your… your new PO at the prison… my law partner.”

Joe looked startled at this unexpected piece of news.  “You’re Trey Smith,” he said, obviously recovering from the shock.  “My new P.O. up at the prison.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Trey began, offering his hand and half-rising from the bed.  Joe gave him a LOOK.  Trey respectfully sat back down and quietly looked at his hands.

Joe turned his baleful, scathing glance upon me then.  “So… do you care to explain what’s going on here..?”

“Sure, as soon as you put your piece away, I’ll talk to you- in private,” I added boldly.  “No need to drag Trey into-”

“You DRAGGED Trey into this the moment you touched him sexually, and in our BED, even,” Joe said evenly.  The rebuttle was low-toned, quiet even- yet it had all the force of a bitch-slap.  I recoiled.

Trey spoke up then.  “I’ll be honest with you, Joe-”

“That would be ‘WARDEN-HILL’ to you, sir,” Joe said with the barest trace of irritation.

“Okay, ‘Warden-Hill’,” Trey amended, “I have to be honest about my intentions.”

My heart sank like a stone.  Trey was half-naked and sitting in my lover’s and my bed, about to tell this man before him (wearing a gun) that he wanted to be with me.  I inwardly crossed my fingers, willing him to shut up, to have some propriety, some decency-

“ want to be with Dan, and I’m positive he wants to be with ME,” Trey said with some asperity.

The blood drained from my face.  I looked over to him in shock, and then up at Joe.  He was staring at me, at my face, saying nothing for the longest time.  I was numb.  I didn’t know what Joe was going to do next.

“What made you come back so soon,” Trey asked him with boldness.  I marveled at Trey’s death-wish.

Joe scowled.  “Does that make any diff-” he began.

“You called the prison and found out that there really wasn’t a break in at the infirmary, right?” Trey guessed.  “Found out that all the meds were still there?”

“How did you,” Joe began, and then froze with fury.  “YOU?!?”  Joe thundered, whipping his revolver out and pointing it at Trey, who stood up tall and straight-backed, his physique even in my fear getting to me- “YOU SET ME UP TO GET ME OUT OF THE HOUSE SO YOU COULD FUCK MY MAN BEHIND MY BACK!!!”

I jumped up in front of Trey.  “Joe, you can't do this,” I said, “you’re a prison warden!!! “

“And we’re officers of the court, Trey said with a smirk.  “I could arrest you for pulling your weapon on an unarmed cop.”

“Why you-” Joe began, but another phone call on his cell broke the tension in the room.  He put down his revolver and answered.  A few seconds later he said “Will do, I’ll keep you posted,” and put the phone down.

“A code 63 along with a 10-107 was just reported in this area from the SPD,” Joe said, “on the police scanner.  I was called because it’s an address just up the street from this location, and they were hoping that I could check it out.”

“A suspicious person AND a criminal trespass reported?  What address,” I asked, clearly trying to get Joe off the subject of me and Trey.

Joe repeated the address to me and my face paled.  “That’s Robbie’s house,” I said, turning to grab my clothes.

“Robbie..?”  Joe asked, confused.

“Robbie- Rah-Rah, our sons’ friend,” I said, pulling on my pants and looking hurriedly for my socks.  “He lives with his son at his mother’s house, and Lamar might be over there!!!”

“Are you sure,” Joe asked, alarm on his face.  “I mean, isn’t Malik-”

“Malik is fine, he’s in the bedroom,” I said, fishing around for my tee-shirt.  “Lamar and he had a fight earlier, and Lamar didn’t come home tonight.  Robbie and he are so close, maybe-”

“I’ll wake up Malik,” Joe said, speeding out the door and disappearing down the hall.

“Joe, what if we’re wrong about-”

“He still has the right to know- just in case,” Joe yelled back, knocking on the door to the room my son shared with Joe's son.  I finished getting dressed, Trey dressing just as fast.  After seconds Joe re-appeared in the doorway.  “Malik’s not in there either!” he burst out.  “He might have tried going over to make up with Lamar…  I’m on my way, meet me there,” Joe grabbed his revolver from the dresser, whipped around, and sped down the stairs.

Trey said, fixing his collar, “I’m driving, let’s go.”

I looked at him.  “Look, this doesn’t involve you,” I began.

Trey dipped his head lighting quick and kissed me softly and full on the lips, instantly soothing me down.  “Whatever involves you, involves ME,” he said, smiling encouragingly at me.  “We’ll find your son, and Joe's son as well.  Don’t worry about it, okay?”  And he grabbed my arm and we headed for the stairs.

‘Trey always seems to know just what to say, doesn’t he,’ I thought with some awe as we followed after Joe.  I just hoped that whatever happened at Robbie’s house,that Malik and Lamar had nothing to do with it…