Jail's Bait: Parole's Victim (Book 4)

Marquis and Kap sent the girls inside when they first arrived back at HT and went looking for Leo. Marquis knew that people would soon be calling for him to put Leo to sleep after that attack on Claire- or worse come to worst, try and force him to release the beast into the wild. Of course he would do neither; he knew that this was in isolated incident; Leo was provoked, combined with being spooked from the storm when the lion was suddenly surprised by a distraught Claire running right into him; instinct kicked in and Leo attacked. Marquis only hoped that his pet had calmed down since then and hadn’t gone up and spooked the horses. Heading for the stables where the Arabian whites were sheltered, they passed the stand of trees where the lion cub had been last seen, but before they could take another step they saw Leo- asleep and none the worse for wear, laying contentedly underneath the white baboon’s tree, with his paws curled around- the white baboon (!), his own simian arms wrapped around Leo’s neck...!

Both beasts were fast asleep, Leo’s gentle, continual snores causing the baboon to snuggle deeper into the cub’s growing mane. Their comfortable manner suggested that this was a long-standing pattern, the two beasts sleeping together. Knowing the white baboon’s chittering, stand-offish nature and Leo’s growing cat-like, arrogant regard for lesser animals, the boys looked in shock at one another at surprising this turn of events. Marquis grinned. Growing up in a family of DL African-American men, combined with his own DL understanding with Kap, made him somewhat numb to this sort of shock.

“I guess Leo never bothered the Arabians,” Marquis said with quiet awe.

“I guess some of the animals at HT are DL too,” Kap whispered, a chuckle in his voice.

They left the animals where they were, not too keen on trying to wake a sleeping lion, nor a sleeping baboon with an attitude, and headed back to the main building, where they now all stood looking down at the sleeping baby and the homeless man.

Danny came into the room just then. His eyes fell on Ray sleeping with Jamara on his chest. The sight of his lover holding such a protective bond “He saved her life today,” he proclaimed in a whisper. “Even now he protects her in his sleep. They say when you save someone’s life you become responsible for them.”

“More than you know, Uncle Danny- come into the hall,” Kap said then.

Danny, a puzzled look on his face, allowed Kap to lead him into the hallway, followed by Carmen, Angelina and Marquis, who closed the nursery door shut behind them. Going over to a small seating area near a set of elevators, they sat down- and before Danny could say anything, Kap filled him in on what his mother told them all of Jamara’s alleged parentage. “One of the maids said my moms left about a half-hour before we got back from the hospital,” Kap added. “She probably went home to get some sleep- she has to be at her job in a little while.”

“And you all are sure Cheyenne’s telling the truth....?” Danny said incredulously- “No offense,” he added to Kap.

“None taken,” Kap said amicably. “I wouldn’t accept it just like that, either…! Ray believes her, though.”

“Imagine if it was true...! That’s as weird as Ray ALMOST being my Grandpa Trey’s long-lost twin,” Marquis said.

“Now wouldn’t that have been the strangest thing,” Danny mused. “If he had turned out to be Ray Hill AND Jamara’s biological father, that would make Jamara your half-sister,” he indicated to Kap, “and YOUR 2nd cousin,” he said to Marquis.

“I’m going to ask Uncle Mar and Pop if they’ll let me be her godfather,” Marquis said proudly. “I wanna take good care of my little adopted sister.”

“And if she’s actually MY little sister,” Kap said- “I couldn’t see a better godfather for her than my best friend,” he grinned at Marquis.

“Would that make us related....?” Marquis said to Kap, a slight frown on his face.

“Naw, not even if the bloodlines really were all matched up,” Kap smiled in reassurance. “We would only both be related to Jamara, but not to each other.”

“That’s a relief,” Marquis said, laughing at Kap. “Not that I wouldn’t mind you being my cousin, but-”

“I get it,” Kap said, laughing back.

Danny watched this exchange and his eyes narrowed, his detective’s mind putting together some unspoken pieces of the puzzle- and then smiled inwardly. With startling insight he realized that his godson Marquis and his best friend were in love, and following in the footsteps of Lamar and Malik… Silently, he wished them well.

“I’ll ask Malik and Lamar if I can be her godmother, so when we get married, Jamara will have a matched set,” Carmen said then, reaching out and touching her boyfriend’s hand and smiling at him warmly. Marquis pulled her close, his heart in his eyes.

“Wow- talk about ‘keeping it in the family’,” Angelina murmured. “‘Specially if she’s YOUR sister as well,” she looked over at Kap.

Danny’s eyes widened as more unspoken pieces of this puzzle fit together- he realized with a shock that Marquis surpassed anything Lamar and Malik had accomplished romantically: not only was Marquis and Michael in love with each other, but both their girlfriends KNEW- and they ACCEPTED it…!

Clearing his throat to dismiss the surprise from his voice, Danny spoke up. “Well, there’s a simple way to prove whether or not Jamara is your biological sister, Michael,” Danny said to Kap- “a DNA test. I’ll ask Ray if he’ll take one- but this time I’ll ask first,” he added to himself wryly.

The boys thanked Danny, and hand-in-hand with their girlfriends, they went off to bed.

Danny sat there in the parlor chair for a time, staring at the closed door which housed his lover. And that’s when he realized that he had let Ray into his heart. His nightmares of seeing Trey shot to death over and over were probably gone for good- Ray was the one who, unawares to Danny, had crept in and captured him in a totally different way than Trey ever had.

Danny, amazed at the sudden insight he had about this, was also amazed at the surprise insight on his godson. Imagining what it would be like to have a relationship like that- married to a woman that not only knew of her husband’s love for another man, but accepted it to boot! Young, rich and handsome, headed for college, preparing for a future, a lifetime of love with both his lover and his wife- Marquis would truly have the happy life all the Hill family dreamed for him, including his father, Rah-Rah- who now lay drowned at the bottom of a cave, or washed out to the Gulf by now… Danny shook his head in disgust at the waste of life.

He continued to sit and stare at the closed nursery door where Ray and Jamara slept on. He wondered, not for the first time, whether Potters was accurate in the DNA test he had run on Ray- but Potters was loyal, his work was exemplary at the office. It just wouldn’t make sense that this DNA test would be the first one he got wrong in almost 7 perfect years leading WolfRam & Hart’s genetic lab… it had to be accurate. He would call Potters in a while to set up this latest round of tests- for Jamara and Ray.

Upon further thought, he thought about running a DNA test on himself- and Lamar, as well. He just took his aunt at her word that he was Juke Jenkins’ long-lost son. He had to face facts, sooner or later- one day soon the man known as Inamae Shazzad will come forth with his claim as the biological father of the world-famous Karl Khronic; Danny had to be ready for that day. Once all was said and done, the truth would finally show whether or not Jamara was Ray’s firstborn daughter, whether or not Danny was Juke Jenkins’ youngest son, and (he swallowed heavily against this last thought) whether or not Lamar was the biological son of Lionel Jenkins…

Marquis, Carmen, Kap and Angelina all sat in Marquis's room on the oak and white velvet settees in Marquis's parlor, just sitting in silence, the night’s exhaustion finally creeping upon them all as the sun rose higher in the sky. Angelina was looking around at the Tiffany lamps, the ostentatious drapes and wall carvings. “I know this used to be a hotel, and this was probably one of the more upscale suites,” she remarked in that ethereal tone one uses after staying up the whole night, “but this isn’t really the room I’d expected you to choose to live in.”

“It’s a little… dainty, right?” Marquis smiled at her tiredly. “Pop bought the furniture as is right along with everything else when he bought HT outright; when I was little I liked this room the best- it just feels comfortable in here, feel me?”

They all looked around sleepily- and as one nodded their agreement.

Carmen stood then, yawned- and began undressing, heading for Marquis’s king-size bed. “Come on,” she said to no one in particular, articles of clothing falling in her wake.

Angelina, Kap and Marquis all struggled to their feet and trooped after the girl to the bed, stopping in amazement.

Carmen lay there in front of them all, completely naked- her body radiant and sexy as hell. She lay there watching them all. “Well, you all know what time it is,” she said lewdly.

Marquis was suddenly shocked fully awake. “Uhhh, baby,” he began, his face paling.

“Look, it was bound to happen,” Carmen said then, smiling at her boyfriend. “We all went through a horrible night, and this is a special occasion- we won’t be doing this on a regular basis,” she added pointedly. “I want you to feel what its like to be comforted by both the loves of your life,” she said with silk. “I promise I won’t bite,” she said to Kap, who looked shocked. “Unless you want me to, of course…” She looked at Angelina, holding out her hand in invitation. “Shall we..?”

Angelina was already shedding her clothes, a look of intense ecstasy on her face. “Now you get to see how girls play when we’re alone,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye to Kap.

Kap and Marquis looked at each other. “Damn, it’s like that, huh?” Marquis asked his lover.

“Well, let’s not keep the girls waiting,” Kap said with a smile at Marquis.

Both boys began pulling off their clothes like it was the last day on earth.

While they were undressing the girls had started their playtime. Both fully undressed, Marquis and Kap stood for a second and watched mesmerized as Angelina lay Carmen down on her back, leaning over and flicking Carmen’s perked, light-pink nipples with her pierced tongue, which seemed to be much longer than Marquis ever realized. Angelina’s breasts were already buxom, but naked they seemed even larger… her large nipples poked straight out, giving the look of a centerfold model. His dick suddenly surged so strong he thought he was about to nutt- he grabbed himself to slow the advance. “Got-DAYUM,” he whistled through his teeth intensely.

Carmen, meanwhile, was beginning to moan in that sexy way that usually sent shivers through Marquis’s nuttsack. Angelina had made her way down to the dark muff of curls resting between Carmen’s legs, and dove her face in with relish. In seconds a sloppy, wet slurping sound filled the room, and Angelina was kneeling with her hips arched high in the air. Marquis could see her pussy starting to drip with heat just underneath her ass crack.

“Go ahead,” Kap whispered, one hand on his 9.5 beer-can thickness, the other hand reaching over to stroke Marquis's swollen 11-inch dick; when it rose to full strength it looked just like a heavy pole of veiny flesh. Marquis’s mushroom head flared from the touch and he almost nutted again. He grabbed Kap, then slid his tongue down his best friend’s throat, both of them gagging from the sheer intensity of it. Their tongues wrestled viciously and masculine moans filled the room to mix with the feminine sounds of lust coming from the bed.

Kap broke the kiss almost ferociously, his eyes glinting with an almost animal-sex intensity. “Taste my girl,” he whispered, “cause I wanna taste you.”

Marquis didn’t think he’d last much longer without spitting off a gallon of nutt- but he kneeled on the bed and got in between Angelina’s legs, who shifted her legs wider without moving her head from in between Carmen’s thighs, which were beginning to jerk and spasm softly. Marquis knelt his head down and touched his tongue to the bottom of Angelina’s wet pussy- she jumped a bit and moaned as he began tasting her- her pussy was sweet and was almost fruity to the taste. For the third time he almost nutted- he thought his own girl’s pussy tasted good, he never thought Angelina would have the same taste to hers…

Just then he felt the bed shift behind him and he felt Kap’s tongue flick over his exposed asshole. Marquis almost passed out from the new sensation. Kap began to moan low and deep as he started attacking Marquis's ass with a man’s strength…

A fiery wave of lust swept the room, the four inside surrendering before it. Marquis had never done anything like this before. Anything and everything was no-holds barred between them all. For a while there was no sense of time or place- there was only grasping bodies, masculine and feminine moans of passion so abandoned, so intense- afterwards Marquis never could remember exactly everything that happened. There were bits and pieces- he remembered Kap doing push-ups on his face, that massive thick dick stretching his throat to where he couldn’t breathe (not that it mattered) while Carmen licked out his asshole… he remembered Angelina throwing him onto the bed and sliding her wet, hot pussy down onto his 11-inch monster, riding him like a bucking bronco… he remembered Carmen shouting from pure lust, holding onto the mattress for dear life as Kap almost broke her back from pounding her pussy with his thrusting manhood… he remembered the flood of hot liquid that rained into his mouth when Angelina came for the umpteenth time as he ate her out… but the part he remembered most vividly was the moment he finally let loose- his legs were up in the air and Kap was sliding that thick, phat black dick deep into his guts with that fast and furious rough-house fuck that Kap liked to do- by now the dude had fucked them all in the room the same way- but Marquis knew that Kap had taken it easy on the girls… this was different. Kap had Marquis in the buck, legs almost over his head, that monster 9.5 dick sliding all the way in deep, pulling back all the way out, high-speed like a piston on overdrive- laying to his right, Angelina’s tongue was back deep inside Carmen’s clenching pussy, her back arching of its own accord as Angelina assaulted her with pure lust. They were in the 69 position, Carmen thoroughly attacking Angelina’s pussy just as passionately. Just then Carmen grabbed Marquis’s hand-

And then Kap began to shudder. “AHHH MY NIGGA… I’M BOUT TA NUTT, NIGGA,” he cried, his thick dick pushing deeper into Marquis's guts, suddenly feeling thicker and longer-

Marquis lost control.

“AAAAHHHHRRRRGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!” he cried, his 11-inch pole dick stretching to what looked like over a foot-long- and without his touching it a rush of ecstasy flooded though Marquis and out through his flared mushroom dickhead. Nutt shot up into the air like a geyser, raining hot liquid fire over all of them- which, of course, set off the chain reaction.

Kap couldn’t hold it back anymore. “AHHHH SHYYT-AWWW SHHYYYT-AWWWWSSHHHYYYYYTTTTTAAHHHH,” he yelled, his midsection jerking and jerking, unloading hot warmth into Marquis's clenching asshole. It seemed to go on forever, non-stop.

Marquis's knew the feeling. He couldn’t stop himself either- his strong, veiny dick kept shooting as each new flood of rushing passion ran through him over and over- his thick nutt sprayed over and over like a water-gun- he was having the first multiple orgasm of his life, and he couldn’t control it… “AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH,” he kept crying out, his free hand grasping the edge of the bed, his legs up-ended, thrashing wildly in Kap’s grip-

And then Carmen and Angelina both began to thrash about the bed together- Carmen’s hand clamed down on Marquis's with a death-grip.

“MMMFFPPHHHHAHAAAHHHHHHHH,” Carmen howled, her muffled cries mixing in with Angelina’s muffled yelps as she exploded.

For several seconds the air was charged with yells and moans from them all- then it began to subside. Marquis's passion was suddenly spent, and then Kap let go of his legs and pulled that large thick dick out of his ass with a plop! and slid down beside him, still quivering. Marquis couldn’t move; his strength seemed to be all but gone. Dimly he felt the massive amount of nutt Kap filled him with slosh and bubble around in his guts.

To his right Carmen and Angelina had also subsided. Angelina had scrambled from off of Carmen and laid down on her right side, her chest heaving. “Kap, baby,” she drawled.

With a groan Kap got up from Marquis’s side, kissing him softly on the cheek, and crawled through the tangle of bodies, his spent dick limp and dragging across them all as he stretched over to Angelina. They snuggled together as Carmen leaned on her side and reached for Marquis. He pulled her close and settled into her. For a moment there was silence as they all started to fall asleep- but the girls wound up snoring before he dozed off.

Marquis looked over the naked, beautiful sleeping girls to Kap- who he saw stared back at him silently. Then as one, they slowly- to not disturb the girls- reached out an arm to each other, clasping hands with a burning grip that made Marquis's sore dick stir in response once more.

Kap’s eyes were glistening with tears as he smiled at Marquis, all his love for everyone in the room bursting through his gaze, yet reserving a special, deeper love for him- a love would always remain forever just theirs, separate and eternal.

Marquis’s eyes shimmered back in the candlelight, sending Kap the silent message that he felt the exact same way; that though he would be married one day to Carmen and happy with her, Kap would always be his first-and best-true love.

******

“I wanna go home,” Lamar protested.

“Not yet,” Malik persisted.

Every five minutes Lamar would burst out with that phrase, and every five minutes Malik would shoot it down. This had been going on since Lamar came out of surgery and Malik met him in Post-Op; all the way down the hallway to the assigned room and ever since, they repeated this phrase-response. On the surface he as was stoic and responsive as a good life-partner should be during these times, yet inwardly Malik was torn between relief and anxiety- the fact that Lamar literally dodged death relieved him greatly; on the other hand, knowing that he was eventually going to have to tell Lamar what the doctors said about his future health was filling him with a great foreboding. He insisted to the doctors that he be the one to tell Lamar about this dreadful diagnosis, for in his mind Malik already feared Lamar was too fragile to hear this news. He sat at Lamar’s bedside, holding his hand- and stared out of the window at the shadow of Mt. Rainier, a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach-

“Ok, Malik- what’s going on....?” Lamar cut into Malik’s thoughts.

“Wha-uhhh, I dunno whut ya mean,” Malik said.

This, of course, confirmed to Lamar that there WAS a problem. “There’s only two times you, Professor Hill, would use Ebonics,” Lamar stated to Malik- “when you’re angry, and when you’re trying to cover something up. Why don’t you just tell me what the doctors told you about me- the thing that you didn’t want them to tell me directly...?” he asked in an insufferingly patient tone as he crossed his arms. “Whatever it is, it’s got you scared.”

“Come on, you’re supposed to be getting better,” Malik wheedled. “Can we deal with other stuff tomorrow, maybe even on the weekend…?”

“It IS the weekend- early Saturday morning,” Lamar reminded Malik; “and you’re avoiding the question.”

“I DO NOT avoid questions,” Malik replied with dignity.

“I’ll just call the nurse in here then,” Lamar said, “and maybe she’ll tell me-”

“Baby, wait,” Malik said then, reaching out to grasp the hand that was snaking towards the call button. “I’ll tell you.”