Jack Harrison
I told Woody and Harley that I thought I was close to nabbing Murphy, but to be honest, I wasn’t. In my defense, at the time I told them that, I had one of his guys in custody on another charge and I thought he was ready to talk to make a deal. I’m sure Murphy got to him, and he soon changed his tune.
Of course, every time I talked to Murphy, he gave that damn smug look. He knew I had nothing that directly linked him to anything. I had watched the surveillance footage I had of the night that Woody was beaten up a hundred times. It had all happened like Woody had told me, I saw Woody walk out of the store with a loaf of bread, he was looking over his shoulder. Then I saw Mills come out right behind him. Woody ducked into the video game store as Mills waited. Ten minutes later, Mills walked away, and the cameras lost sight of him. I watched Woody coming out and as he walked by the last store, I saw the bread go flying and Woody being pulled behind the building. I could only see the arm of the man that pulled Woody. I did look like the same shirt that Mills had been wearing, but there was nothing clear enough to prove it.
I hate it that all these business owners only have these cameras in front of their stores but rarely have anything in the back. If anyone wants to break in, they are going to break in the back of the store. If stores do have a camera in the back, it is always pointed at the dumpster. Who the hell is going to steal your damn dumpster?
I was truly regretting using Woody as Harley’s caretaker. After those first two nurses came to me saying that they had been threatened, I should have moved Harley to a safe house right then. Especially since it seemed that Woody and Harley had something going on now. To be honest, they did kind of make a cute couple, and the little jabs they took at each other were pretty funny. I had previously worked with Harley on a few other cases before his accident. I was promoted to detective about the same time he started working in the prosecutor’s office. For the first time since he lost Sam in the accident, I think I saw a little bit of happiness in his face when he was with Woody.
I needed a break on this case. I needed one of Murphy’s guys to make a big mistake if I was going to get him. I had several of my officers trailing Mills on a daily basis, but he was being too careful, and I wouldn’t be able keep that up much longer. These weekly grocery runs up the cabin were causing me to lose a whole day of work on the investigation as well. I just didn’t trust anyone else to complete that task, so I was stuck with it.
The fact that I was soon going to have to face a Review Board was also weighing on my mind. Not that I didn’t deserve it, I really needed to finish this case before that, so I could bring Harley and Woody home.
Woody
While I loved all this alone time with Harley, we were both getting very bored. Me reading books to Harley was fun at first, but we were running out of books that interested both of us. I was glad when Jack brought us a couple of board games last week. He found a Scrabble game with raised letters so Harley could feel them. He also found a set of dominoes that he could feel, I would just have to tell Harley what I had played so he could play off of it. He, of course, accused me of cheating, but I can honestly say that I didn’t, and he usually won anyway. As we would play our game, I would just sit and stare at Harley, he truly was beautiful. As we traded jabs at each other, his smile just lit up the room. I couldn’t help but think back to the first day I met him and how sad he looked. I can’t say that I blamed him, losing your boyfriend and your sight at the same time had to be tough. I smiled as I thought that the happiness I was now seeing in his face was maybe because of me. I know I was happier being with him. To be honest, I was glad that we were trapped in this cabin right now. I mean, I wasn’t happy that there was some mad man looking for us, but I was enjoying our time together. We were playing a game of Scrabble during one of our long afternoons.
I said, “AREA, 4 points.”
Harley laughed as he felt his letters, “thank you very much. How many spaces are on the left side of the last A?”
I said, “there are five, with a triple word score in the third position.”
He grinned as he laid his tiles out, “ZEBRA, I believe that is 16 points, with a triple word score that would be 48 points. Oh, did I mention I’m out of tiles?”
I sighed, “big surprise, you win again. You just love to show off that college education, don’t you?”
Harley grinned, “it helps to get lucky with the tiles. So, what do you want to do now, do you want a chance to get even?”
I stared at him for a few more minutes, I had definitely fallen for Harley. He was everything that I never knew I had been looking for. It had never even occurred to me that I would want to spend the rest of my life with one man. Now it was all I could think about. Did Harley feel the same about me? It’s only been a few months since he lost Sam, was he ready to move on?
Harley broke me out of my daydream, he said, “hello, Woody, are you there?”
I said, “yeah, I’m here.”
He chuckled, “so what do you say, one more game?”
I said, “no, I’d rather play a new game.”
He smiled, “ok, what is that?”
I moved across the couch and pushed him onto his back, crawling on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me as our lips met and our tongues began to dance. Harley briefly broke our kiss, “yeah, I like this game.” I chuckled, “I thought you might.” I pulled his shirt off right after I pulled mine off. We resumed our making out as our bare chests touched. I love the feeling of his hairy chest against my smooth skin, I could lay on top of him forever. I felt Harley’s hands work their way down my back as he cupped my ass in his strong hands. After he gave me a couple of firm squeezes, his finger hooked under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I was glad that I had decided not to put any underwear on this morning. I guess being a little lazy and wanting less laundry to do was paying off. I felt the cool air rush across my exposed cheeks as Harley pushed the shorts off my hips. He soon warmed me up as his hands once again were squeezing my ass. My hard cock was rubbing Harley’s fur covered abs, leaking precum by the gallon. Harley pushed a finger into the crack of my ass as I let out a deep moan. I quickly stood up and kicked off my shoes and socks and completely removed my shorts. I took my place back on top of Harley for more kissing.
I started to kiss my way down Harley’s chest, stopping to flick each of his erect nipples with my tongue. I continued my trek down his torso, letting my hands explore every ridge and curve of his stomach, God he was sexy. I unbuttoned his shorts and in one motion, pulled them and his underwear down. His stiff pole falling back on his taut stomach with a loud thump. I quicky finished stripping him and took that magnificent piece of meat in my hands and gave it a few gentle strokes. I greedily licked the drop of precum that I had coaxed out. Harley moaned as I pulled his foreskin back and popped the entire length into my mouth. His hands found the back of my head as I clamped my lips on his shaft and began to bob up and down. He tasted just as good as he looked, and he looked amazing. I rubbed a finger along his taint as I fondled his cum-filled nuts. I worshiped his cock until he finally pulled me up for another kiss. He panted, “you had me close, can I get a taste of you now?”
I would never refuse that offer. I straddled his chest until my engorged member was at his lips. Harley stuck his tongue out and got his first taste of my precum. I leaned forward as Harley grabbed my ass and pulled me in until my nuts were resting on his chin. I fucked his face as Harley kept my ass in his hands. He let a finger wander into my crack until he found my pucker. I let out a deep breath as his finger breached the first ring of muscle. Harley continued to pull me in and out of his mouth as he worked a second finger inside my hole. I was getting lightheaded and knew I was getting close. I needed to have his cock in my hole, and soon. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and began to stroke him, there was really no need, he was still rock-hard. I quicky stood and said, “don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Harley chuckled, “I got nowhere to be.”
I found the bottle of lube that we had in the bedroom and coated his pole in the slick liquid. I crawled back on the couch, my willing hole poised right above Harley’s rigid manhood. I lowered myself down until I was fully impaled, Harley and I both let out a deep breath. Harley grabbed my hips, and I was soon bouncing up and down in complete ecstasy. My cock flopping with every thrust, spreading my precum all over his abs. Harley was hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cabin, as well as the smells of hot sweaty man sex. God, it was intoxicating.
The sensations were all too much, I gave my cock on last stroke and covered Harley’s chest and stomach with my creamy seed. Harley pulled me in tight and filled my guts with his hot baby makers, it took what seemed like minutes before his spasms stopped. I climbed off of Harley and leaned down to lick some of my cum from his chest. I hated to give him a kiss without giving him a gift first. I lay on top of Harley as we kissed until our lips were raw and my cum was starting to glue us together.
He broke our kiss and said, “well that was a fun way to break up a boring afternoon.”
I chuckled, “I was hoping you would like it.”
He smiled, “I did.”
I took his hand, “how about shower before I make dinner.”
He got to his feet, “just lead the way.”
After we finished our shower and ate dinner, we cuddled on the couch as I read a few more chapters of our latest book. Harley started to doze off, so we went to bed. He wrapped his arms around me as I climbed into the small spoon. We were soon fast asleep.
The next morning, I was cooking breakfast, I said, “remind me to tell Jack to bring an extra loaf of bread when he comes tomorrow, we have run out the last two weeks.”
Harley laughed, “if you wouldn’t have burned the French toast, we would have plenty.”
I shook my head, “I only burned two pieces, and that was because you had distracted me when you walked into the kitchen naked, asking me which underwear you should wear.”
Phillip Murphy’s Office
Thomas Mills walked into the office. Murphy looked up from the papers he was looking at and asked, “well?”
Mills shook his head, “they aren’t in town, I told you the cops took them to some safe house.”
Murphy said, “and you can’t follow the cops? They have to be taking supplies to them somehow. It’s been over four weeks.”
“I tried following Harrison, but he knows me, and he had one of his guys pull me over for not using my blinker, or some other bullshit reason” Mills explained.
Murphy shook his head, “I have to send a message to the prosecutor’s office. They are starting to get on my nerves. I need Winslow taken care of before they have something to pin on me.”
Mills asked, “but if something happens to Winslow, won’t they be able to tie that back to you.”
Murphy glared at Mills, “not if you do your fucking job right.”
Mills sighed, “what the hell do you want me to do?”
Murphy said, “how many times do I have to tell you? I don’t care what you do, just take care of it. And make sure you handle that little runt that is living with him too. Remember what he did to you that night in the alley?”
Mills ran his finger across the scar on his forehead that that damn milk crate had caused. That little bastard just got lucky when he swung that thing. He thought to himself, Murphy was right, I should have made sure that I finished that little shit off that night.
Murphy went back to his paperwork, “now get the hell out here, and make sure the cops don’t follow you.”
Mills sighed as he turned to leave. He got in his car and started to drive, making sure he wasn’t being followed. He had to come up with a plan to find Harley and Woody. Maybe it would be easier to just turn on Murphy and tell the cops everything. He quickly dismissed that idea, Murphy would surely take him down with him. That would be the best scenario, more than likely, he would probably just have him killed.
Mills pulled into a parking lot and pulled out his phone. He searched through his contacts until he found the name, Baker. He pushed the call button.
When the man on the other end answered, he said, “Baker, Mills here, I need a favor.”
After the man replied, Mills said, "yep, the same price, I’ll have the money for you as soon as you give me the info.”
Harley
I smiled to myself as I thought about Woody’s little impromptu love making session yesterday. Maybe being hidden away in the cabin wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It was giving us a chance to really get to know each other. My smile got bigger as I pictured Woody, and the vision I had of what he looked like. I, of course, pictured him naked. His sexy chocolate brown eyes with just a little mischievous sparkle as he smiled. Those soft full lips bracketed by those cute dimples and his bright white teeth contrasting his smooth ebony skin. I ran my hands down his smooth chest and stomach so many times, I knew there wasn’t a hair on him. I imagined two Hersey Kiss nipples standing proud from that chest. I loved how he moaned when I bit them. Even though I knew he had a small frame, he was solid muscle, there was not an ounce fat on him. Then there was that ass, God that ass was perfect. Speaking of perfect, I just knew that man sized cock of his would put everyone else in the world to shame.
I shook myself out of my daydream, damn, I really had it bad for this guy. I wonder how he felt about me.
Woody walked in from the kitchen, he said, “I think I have everything on the list, Jack should be here in about an hour. Is there anything else you can think of that we need?”
I asked, “do you have shampoo on the list?”
He said, “yep, and toothpaste.”
I said, “I can’t think of anything else.”
He asked, “what about something different for dinner, is there something new that you would like me to try to make?”
I thought for a few minutes, “how about fettuccine alfredo? Sam used to make it for me, it was the best.”
Woody asked, “do you know how to make it?”
I said, “I know he used heavy whipping cream, parmesan cheese, fresh garlic and he would add a few sliced fresh mushrooms.”
He said, “I’ll add that stuff to the list and ask Jack if he can find a recipe, I’ll give it try.”
Woody sat quietly for a few minutes, then asked, “so Sam was a good cook?”
I nodded, “yes, he was a very good cook.”
He said, “I’m sorry I’m not better, and I’m sorry you lost Sam.”
I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye, I said, “thank you, I miss him a lot. But, hey, your cooking is getting better every day.”
He chuckled, “I’m not sure I believe you, but thanks.”
After a little awkward silence, Woody asked, “do you ever think you will find someone else that you feel the same way about, you know like you felt about Sam?”
I sighed, “maybe… I know Sam would want me to.”
He asked, “how did you know that Sam was the one that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?”
I shrugged, “it’s hard to explain, I would just think about him all the time. Every time I did something, I would think about how this would affect not only me, but me and Sam. I couldn’t wait to see him every day after work and tell him about my day. I couldn’t wait to hear about his day. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him, and he would do anything for me.”
Woody sounded sad, he said, “that must be a nice feeling.”
I asked, “have you ever felt that way about anyone?”
He paused, “I don’t know, I guess not before…”
I waited for him to finish, he didn’t. I asked, “before what?”
I heard him sigh, he mumbled, “before now.”
I said, “excuse me? What was that?”
Woody said, “I don’t know how to say this, I mean it might be too soon for you.”
I said, “you can tell me anything, I promise.”
He continued, “well, I think I might feel the same things you just described feeling about Sam… about you.”
I asked, “are you sure?”
Woody sighed, “I’m sorry, I should have never said anything. I knew it was too soon for you, just forget everything, Jack should be here soon. Maybe he will tell us he got Murphy, and we can get out of here and get on with our lives.”
I moved next to Woody and pulled him close to me, I said, “Woody, I have been waiting for you to tell me that ever since we have been stuck in this cabin, I am starting to have the same feelings about you.”
He asked, “really?”
I smiled, “yes, I absolutely care about you in the same way I cared about Sam”
He asked, “are you sure?”
I nodded, “yes, I do. I care for you for different reasons, but I do care for you.”
Woody laid his head on my shoulder, he asked, “so what happens when we get out of here. You probably won’t need my help any longer."
I said, “I will always need some help.”
He said, “yeah, but you won’t need someone to live with you. I’m sure you can find someone to come in for a few hours a day to clean and cook for you.”
I asked, “if you weren’t living with me, would you have a place to go?”
Woody sighed, “I guess I could figure something out. I always have.”
I said, “I will never just throw you out on the street.”
He said, “I’m not your responsibility, I need to take of myself.”
I took his hand, “Woody, when people care for each other, they help each other. I want to help you, in whatever way I can. If you need a place to stay, you can stay with me as long as you need to.”
He asked, “you would do that for me?”
I said, “God yes, for some reason you have really started to grow on me. I have gotten used to having you around.”
He asked, “you want me to stay?”
I nodded, “yes.”
He said, “if I stay, I can’t take any more money from you, that just wouldn’t be right.”
I chuckled and said, “let’s not worry about that right now, we can figure things out once we get out of here.”
I hoped that I had put Woody’s mind at ease with our little talk. It wasn’t the first time he had mentioned he was concerned about what would happen if I didn’t need him any longer. I knew it had always bothered him. I was starting to think that I would always need him, just no for the same reasons as why he was hired in the first place. I was also glad that he finally told me about his true feelings toward me. At least I knew we both felt the same way.
We heard the officers on the two-way letting us know that Jack was on the way. A few minutes later, we heard the sound of the door opening. Woody got up to help Jack carry the groceries in.
I heard Woody yell, “Where’s Jack?”
To be Continued…
