Chapter Eight

"Your pants," Frank said, "Take them off, now!"

"I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t going to shoot you" Rand’s voice quavered. "I only wanted to scare you into giving me the box."

"Oh, I’m going to give you something all right, but not the box. Roll them down your hips . . . now. The boxers too." Frank pulled his hair so hard, it brought tears to his eyes. "Do it, or I’ll give you the belt again."

Moving faster than Frank thought possible, Rand unzipped his pants, pushed them over his hips and kicked them off. Next, he rolled the boxers from his hips and they joined the trousers on the floor. With little effort, Frank lifted his naked bottom up and positioned it over his cock. "What were you saying about me never having you?”

Rand swallowed and his entire body trembled. "I’m sorry, I—I, oh God."

"Save it, pretty boy. It doesn’t matter what you say or do now.” Frank gripped his hips. “I think you asked me if I’d been dreaming about burying my cock inside you, huh, didn’t you say that?”

“I didn’t mean it; it was just stupid talk, that’s all.”

“You were right. I’ve dreamed about it every night, thought about you every second of every day."

Rand’s hard erection pressed against his belly. That pleased him. "Little boys who play with fire should expect to get burnt. Didn’t your mother ever tell you that?"

Rand squirmed against him. “Keep the box. Just let me go.”

“Not on your sweet ass. Not after all that bold talk, not after you sucked me off like some professional rental boy, so let’s find out, finish this game you started.”

Like a worm on a hook, Rand tried to wiggle away.

"Be still unless you want more pain than pleasure." Frank pulled his butt cheeks apart and positioned his cock at his anal entrance. "Feel that? Who’s trapped now?”

Rand drew a deep breath when he inserted the head and stopped. Frank palmed his thighs, pushed down and lowered him onto his shaft. Inch by excruciating inch, he forced Rand to take the measured portions. Moans and whimpers fell from the kid’s lips, the sounds like music to Frank’s ears. He buried his face into Frank’s chest, his breaths coming fast and hard.

“We’re going to do this real slow, so stay perfectly still. I want you to feel every sensation, remember every moment. Never forget.” Frank pushed down on his thighs, entering deeper. “And while I’m fucking you, I want you to remember what you said, that I would never have you.”

Rand’s muffled voice cried out. “Oh, God.”

He had to concentrate on the task before him. In this position, Frank felt everything too. Rand was so hot, so tight, he sheathed his cock tighter than a vise. Pulsating and throbbing around him, he thought he might spill his seed early, the last thing he wanted.

Frank inhaled the distinctive scent of his hair, a mixture of cedar and a fresh, woodsy aroma. "I have another four inches for you. You ready?"

Rand banged his head on Frank’s chest and groaned.

Frank eased him down, his silken depths swallowing another two inches. "The thickest part is yet to come, pretty boy, the base. Take a deep breath." Frank pushed down on his legs. "That’s it, breathe through your mouth, relax that tight hole."

Blissful cries spewed from Rand’s lips as Frank buried the remainder of his cock in his ass. Rand’s body twitched and shuddered around him. He dug his fingers into Frank’s shoulders and panted, every muscle in his body trembling.

Frank thought about Rand’s bold moves entering his office with a gun, his cocky attitude while sucking him off. The kid had all but begged Frank to take him, and by the blissful moans spewing from his throat now, it was obvious the kid had found heaven.

Frank removed one hand from his thigh and stroked Rand’s cock, squeezing it up and down the entire length. He ran his finger over the slit at the tip and spread the semen over the swollen head. Sliding his hand down to his balls, he applied pressure, reveling in the involuntary tightening of his sacs.

"Jesus.” Rand’s cock jerked and leaked.

Setting a rhythm, Frank cupped his bottom and raised Rand’s ass up and down, repeating the motion until Rand’s internal muscles convulsed and clenched around his cock. Sweat streamed from Rand’s forehead and ran down his chest. His abdomen and thighs were covered in a fine bead of perspiration, his ligaments rippled and taut. He breathed deep and blew it out his mouth. An oath fell from his lips. He tossed his head back and his eyes rolled in the sockets. Frank removed his hands from his thighs and willed himself to remain still.

"Don’t stop," Rand said. "For God’s sake, don’t stop."

"You do it," Frank said. "You said I’d never have you again." He yanked his neck back, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I’m having you now, aren’t I, and you’re begging me for more.”

Rand closed his eyes against his words. “Don’t stop.”

He pulled his hair, hard. "Aren’t you?"

"Yes."

"Open your eyes. I want to watch them as you fuck me."

"Yes," he said on a long sigh, opening his eyes to look into Frank’s. "Okay," he rasped, his voice dark and smoky “I’m begging you not to stop.”

"So now you fuck me if you want it, and don’t you spill your seed until I tell you it’s time."

A long, drawn out moan left his lips and he strained against Frank’s thighs, encouraging him to move. "I can’t. If I move; I’ll come."

"Do it." Frank’s tone turned stern. "Show me how much you want it."

Frank watched his green eyes as he twisted and ground his hips down on his cock. Glazed over with desire and desperation, those luminous orbs darkened and then lightened, only to turn dark again. Frank had never experienced anything so sensual, so mind-numbing erotic as this kid fucking him.

Moving his hands to Frank’s shoulders, Rand rocked against him, slowly at first, and then he gyrated, undulated and strained like a wild thing. The sensations for Frank were mind-blowing, the throbbing ache in his shaft unbearable. He wanted to explode. Needed to explode. Rand bore down on his cock and pushed his bottom up using his knees, only to bear down again hard. Frank rode the exquisite tide of pleasure, reveling in spasm after spasm wracking his body. Rand’s strangled cry broke in the silent room and his cock jerked against Frank’s abdomen.

"Christ," Frank said. "You’re so hot, so tight."

"Am I pleasing you?"

"You can’t imagine."

“Next time I’ll do it even better."

Frank looked into his eyes. "What makes you think I want to fuck you again?"

"Don’t you?"

"It depends on how much you please me this time."

“I can’t hold out much longer. I need to come.”

"It’s not all about your pleasure, you selfish bastard. It’s about pleasing the other person. Once you learn that, maybe I’ll want to fuck you again.”

Frank closed his eyes against the lies spewing from his mouth. He knew without a doubt he’d want to fuck this kid over and over, every day he breathed the air.

Rand rode him hard, his muscles and rhythmic movement working overtime to please him. Frank exploded in endless waves of pleasure, the semen streaming into Rand’s ass without end. He groaned as the last ounce of liquid spurted from his cock.

A stream of hot, thick liquid from Rand’s prick filled Frank’s hand and a long, drawn out cry of bliss tore from Rand’s throat. "God, it feels so good. I’m still coming, still coming." Rand collapsed against him.

Long minutes later, Frank lifted his limp, damp body from his and carried him to the couch in the office. He stood over him and looked down. “The sooner you accept it, the better off you’ll be. Face it, kid, you’re gay.”

"Am not. Been with lots of women.”

Frank snorted. Is that a fact? Did you moan and whimper when you had sex with them, or did you save that just for me?”

Rand looked away from him. “Bastard.”

"Tell the truth, say it, did you?"

"No, all right. The answer is no, I didn’t."

"I didn’t think so. You’ll be a lot happier when you come to terms with your sexuality."

"I need that box," he whispered. "If I don’t return it to Paddy, I’m as good as dead."

"It’s over there on the desk. Take it."

Rand rose from the couch, walked to his boxers and pants and slipped them over his hips. He plucked the gun from the floor and strolled to the desk, searching for the box amid the stack of papers. Frank watched him, curious about what he’d do next.

Rand squinted and then gazed at the glossy pictures displayed on Frank’s desk. “Shit, you get off looking at dead girls?”

Frank crossed the room and stood beside Rand at the desk. He plucked a picture from the pile. “Her name was Giselle."

"Was?"

"Yep, beautiful, huh? She’s dead now along with the others you’re looking at.”

Dead? How?"

"The Black Rail killed them."

"Oh, yeah? Well you must have me confused with someone who gives a shit. The only thing I care about right now is saving my own ass." Rand tossed Giselle’s picture onto the desk and continued rifling through the items nearby. "I don’t see the box."

"They were about Marlow’s age."

"I don’t care about them! I’m not going to ask you again.” For the second time that day, he pointed the gun at Frank. “If you don’t hand that box over, I’m going to pull the trigger."

"How will you find the box then?"

"It’s here, I know it is. I’ll tear this office inside out and everyone will think you were killed by an overzealous burglar looking for money." Rand spread his legs and held the gun before him with two hands. "I’m going to count to three. One . . .two . . . ."

Frank’s phone blared from a place on the desk causing them both to jump. “If I don’t answer it, whoever it is will know something’s wrong and they’ll be here soon."

"What do you think I am, stupid?” Rand glanced to the phone and flexed his free hand. It’s just one of your dumb-ass clients checking in."

"No," Frank said. "It’s not a client. They don’t call my cell phone."

Rand grabbed the phone and the screen lit up. “Shit.”

Frank glanced at the screen. "That’s your mother’s number.”

"Shut up!" Rand shouted. "Tell me where that box is and I’ll be gone."

"Then what?"

"Then if I were you, I’d disappear soon. Someone else is coming here for answers."

"Would that someone be Paddy Murphy?"

"Maybe." Rand shrugged. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"What do you think is in that box? Why would Murphy kill to get it back?"

"How do I know?"

"I’ll tell you what’s in there. Handcuffs, a stun gun, and white cording." Rand’s eyes darted about the room and settled on Frank’s again. "You know who uses those?"

Rand shook his head, but his eyes belied the truth.

"The Black Rail."

A long rush of air escaped Rand’s lips. "That doesn’t change anything. I can’t do anything about those dead girls."

“What is wrong with you? How can you be so heartless?”

Rand narrowed his eyes. “How can you? You walked out on us when my dad died.”

A knife sliced through Frank’s heart. He couldn’t deny it. “Right now, we have to think about what’s happening here. The contents of that box changes everything. Murphy must be The Black Rail, must have thought the heat was closing in on him. He gave the box to you for safekeeping. Now that you know what’s in there, that makes you an accomplice to murder.”

The cell phone rang again, louder than the blare from a bugle.

"It appears we’re at a crossroads, aren’t we, Rand? Everything meets in the middle, comes together all at once." Rand stared at the blinking phone and Frank knew he warred with indecision. "Answer it, Rand. It’s your mother."

He shook his head.

"Then let me answer it, please. Something must be wrong."

Rand looked toward the ceiling and then the floor before settling on the ringing phone again. He put it on speaker and tossed it to Frank.

"Frank! Frank! Oh, my God, are you there?"

"I’m here, Emily," he said with one eye on Rand. "What’s wrong?"

"Marlow’s gone. When I arrived home from the grocery store, I found her note."

"A note. What did it say?"

A long sob left her lips. "She said, ‘I know where Rand works and I’m going after him. Don’t try to stop me or follow me. I know he’ll listen to me.’" Em hiccoughed through a series of sobs. "Frank, what are we going to do? What if―?"

"I’ll find her before she gets to Paddy’s Place."

Rand’s head snapped up. He looked into Frank’s eyes and paced the room with the gun in his hands, passing it back and forth, one hand to the other.

"Emily, listen to me, stay by the phone and I’ll call you the moment I find her, okay?"

"I’m scared, Frank, so scared for Marlow."

"I know, but the sooner I get moving, the better chance I have of finding her before she gets there."

Frank closed the phone and looked at Rand. "He’s got Marlow. Now that changes things, doesn’t it?"

"She-she’s at Paddy’s Place?"

"If not yet, she will be soon. You heard your mother. She said Marlow went to find you." Frank put his hand out. "Give me the gun, Rand. There’s not much time now. If you want to see your sister again, I’ve got to go."

"I’m going with you."

"No, it’s not a good―"

"I’m going and nothing you say can stop me. Besides, I know that building inside and out. If he’s got her there somewhere, I can find her."

Frank closed his eyes for two seconds and nodded. "There will be hell to pay from your mother."

"I’ll tell her I held a gun on you, forced you to bring me along."

Frank picked up the keys to his Denali. "Give me the gun."

Rand shook his head. "I’ll put it in my jacket pocket. I don’t trust you and I’m not turning it over."

"You are a stubborn jackass, but then, so was your father." Rand’s chin went up and Frank couldn’t help but admire the kid’s grit. "Have it your way, I don’t have time to argue with you."

Frank rushed through the door of his office with Rand in close pursuit. An image of Marlow flooded his mind, sending his heart into a lurch. Hell, The Black Rail didn’t have to go looking for his next Goth victim. Marlow was about to walk into a deadly, sinister trap.