I know what I sound like.
And right now, I’m still refusing to believe it.
I’m not falling in love with her. I can’t be. Not here.
I watch her as she bends over and picks up her ID badge. Her ass is sumptuous and fucking perfect. Even though I just shot a monster load of cum all over her, just seeing that ass makes me want to grab it and squeeze it. To caress it and rub my cock between those cheeks.
Kerri gets up and turns toward me. She’s got a smile. “I think it better be soon, the way you’re acting,” she says with a wicked grin.
“The way I’m acting?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. My jumpsuit is back on.
“I see you undressing me all over again with your eyes, Lucien Stone,” she says smiling. “Don’t think I don't notice.”
“Next time, it’s my turn to make you come,” I say to her.
She smiles broadly as she heads to the door and looks back at me. “Deal,” she says.
And just like that, she’s gone.
I wait for a few more minutes to give her enough time to get to her side of the prison.
The fact that the guards and inmates overlook this place just never stops confounding me. This is the one place in the entire jail where an inmate and a captor can come together and be with each other in an unsupervised fashion.
As I make my way toward the main promenade I wonder what the original purpose of the Alcove as we call it was. It couldn’t have been designed for secret conjugal visits like Kerri and I are using it for. What was it before? A meeting area? A resting spot?
My thoughts are interrupted with the clanking of the cell-block gates above me as I step into D-Block.
Faces look up at me as I pass by. The cages are open for the four hours today for us to wander. But there’s only ever so far we can go. Until recently, I never really had much use to go anywhere. Now I do. Now I have someone.
It makes me probably the wealthiest man in the entirety of D-Block.
Fuck, it probably makes me the wealthiest inmate in the whole goddamn jail.
I smile at the thought. No need to measure wealth in cigarettes and Ramen noodles now. I’m on a whole different playing field. The rare good mood buoys me in as I walk into my cell and collapse on my bunk.
I barely notice Spider until he get on his feet and walks to the cell door. He looks around to see that no one is coming and then turns to me.
Even that doesn’t spoil my mood. When he continues to stare at me, I shrug it off. Let him do his own goddamn thing. I just nutted over the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. It doesn't get much better than that.
But Spider keeps staring at me. At first I don't care that much, but come on, what would you do after two whole minutes?
I give up trying to ignore him, and look at him. “What, Spider?” I ask, impatiently, eager to go back to daydreams about that fine ass of Kerri’s.
“You just got some, didn’t you? Spider asks with a grin. “I can tell it by the way you’re walking, man. By the way you smell.”
Did Kerri’s perfume come over with me?
But no, this is exactly what that motherfucker wants.
“Just shut the fuck up, Spider,” I say with a sigh. “If you know what’s fucking good for you.”
Normally that’s enough to convince Spider to shut up, but today he’s apparently not that afraid of me.
His face takes on a serious mien all of a sudden. “Listen to me, man,” he says taking a step closer and hushing his voice. “I talked to Grinder and he’s set for helping you break out of St. Smith’s, but he’s going to want medical transfers for him and three of his boys too.”
Holy fucking Christ. What was Spider getting me into?
Without thinking I jump off the bed and grab Spider by the scruff of his jumpsuit and pull his feet off the floor. With a sudden jerk of strength I shove him against the wall.