Catch me if they can. Roberto Stone

It took twenty minutes for them to get back dressed, put their toys away and pretend as if they were not having sex on the counter.

"I'll get the door," Kesha said, straightening her locs. She proceeded to put things away around the counter, the blindfold, all the rope he had undone from her. "Probably some assholes complaining about the new sex store in the neighborhood."

He never liked cops. They took two of his brothers away and harassed the family often. The ones not on Alixandre's payroll. He knew they did everything correctly getting the store set up as far as licenses and documents. But it was still a sex store mixed in with other businesses like a shoe store, a clothing boutique, and an antique store all on the same block. It was prime real estate, also located where a few conservatives would complain about tainting the sanctity of family life.

He knew their business was clean and approved by the city. So if residents did not like it, they could ignore they were there. If dealing with police harassment was going to be part of running the business, maybe he needed to pay them off as his brother did.

Or they could be there for him.

"Hello officers, what can I help you with?" Kesha asked soon as she opened the door for plainclothes-dressed officers.

There were two of them. A big burly, white officer, older, with light hair and light-colored eyes, he could tell he was in charge. He looked out of shape and old, ready to retire soon. The other was a short, smaller Black guy, about his age give or take. Nice-looking, dark-skinned brother looked the opposite of his partner. They stepped inside, and the younger officer could not take his eyes off Kesha, and he understood the feeling.

"Ma'am, I'm Detective O'Brien and this is..."

"I'm Marcus..." the younger one stopped himself, "I mean, Detective Washington."

The man was basically salivating over Kesha. His eyes had not blinked since he laid eyes on her.

He walked over to her and put his arm around Kesha's waist.

"What can we do for you, detectives?"

"Is this your store, sir?" Detective O'Brien asked as he looked around at all their items on display. He did not seem intimidated by all the wild things he saw. He probably low-key wanted to come back and shop there.

"It's mine," Kesha smiled when she said it, oblivious to the leers of the horny detective.

O'Brien looked down at the tablet in his hand. "Are you Roberto Stone? We have you listed as the owner."

"Silent partner. My girlfriend Kesha runs it."

"Okay, sir, we have a few questions for you if you don't mind. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

"Anything you have to ask you can ask in front of Kesha. What is this about?"

O'Brien looked to Detective Washington.

"It's about any involvement you may have in your brother's businesses, his entities, his...activities."

He nodded. "Um, really not involved. When he started his business, I was still a kid." He knew what they were after, so he went for it. "I have my own IT company, and I have worked on their systems there."

"You're a hacker," Detective Washington said.

"No, that's not exactly what I do. I build companies' network systems and add firewalls to make sure it's secure. I also can peek undetected into networks if needed. Nothing illegal."

The detective looked around the store a bit before he asked his next question.

"How did you come into the money to buy a place like this?"

They were asking the wrong questions. He let out a sigh of relief. They knew nothing.

"What I do is a specialized field and a much-needed field. My rates are fair but keep me in a nice lifestyle. Also, Kesha had savings and went in as well. You need our records to make sure everything is legit?"

"Mr. Stone, we're not here about your...little sex store. We want to trace Frederick Chamber's whereabouts through the money."

"I have no idea-"

"He's your brother's best friend."

"What does that have to do with me? As I've said earlier, my brother's a bit older than me and we didn't roll together like that. I definitely don't know much about Frederick."

These were all true facts. When he was born, his brother was eighteen and going away to college. They did not exactly grow up together thick as thieves. He left him there. In the hellhole with his mentally ill mother who let men in and out of their lives. His brother was off making a life for himself, while he had to scrap up ice in the freezer to have something in his stomach. That's how much his brother cared about him growing up.

Only when he decided he wanted to be bigger and better than his brother at age fourteen, did he start to focus on school, graduate high school at sixteen, and start his own business. On his own, well, with a little loan from his brother he paid off. Not with his deadbeat ass mother or any other family member. He did it all alone.

Fuck family!

"I'll just get to the point of this visit. Frederick is missing, he ran off with the money and we think he murdered Danica, better known as Ms. Mystical, and took her baby. He thinks the baby is his, your brother says he is the father of Prince. Needless to say, we need to find Frederick and the baby."

He could not believe what he was hearing.

"You're still investigating the case but now you're telling me you have a suspect? And once again, I do not know much about Frederick."

"But you have access to your brother's financial record. Sextacy's financials, thus Fredericks's as well."

Of course, he knew all the finances but there would be no trace of him on the system.

"Mr. Stone, I don't think you understand what's going on here," Detective Washington stated. "Frederick killed your brother's mistress while he slept in bed with her. To frame him and took his baby. We need to find him, and the baby, bring him in for questioning."

He rubbed a finger across his lips as if in deep thought. "Have you tried his house in Lake of the Ozarks?"

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After giving the police no more than they needed, they gave them their business cards and to call if he knew anything more and wanted to talk. Kesha and he locked up the store for the day and headed home.

"You seem stressed babe... let's relax tonight. We can lay in bed and cuddle, hold each other."

"Now why would I do that when we could be fucking all night long?" Roberto pulled her in his arms. "Tell me about your wildest sex dream tonight."

Kesha smiled and walked away from him as she pulled off her shirt, and then slid out of her pants. He liked that she was always ready, and of course, he was always ready.

He followed her, stripping off his clothes as well, leaving them scattered all down the hall. She walked into the bathroom, started up the shower, and stepped in. He followed behind her, and the water was not steamy hot yet, but it felt good against his back.

There was a doubled-headed shower with a detachable waterhead. Her locs were pulled up in a high bun so as not to get wet. He grabbed a wash sponge, poured scented soap on it, and caressed it over her back sudsing her up good.

She slightly turned to him and said, "I have a sex dream for you, but you probably won't go for it."

Anything she wanted, he would give to her.

"Tell me."

"Threesome. You, me...that cop."

He did not know if he could grant this wish to her. Not the cop that looked her over as if she was a piece of meat. Not the cop that could blow their world up if he dug a little deeper.

He finished washing Kesha, then she got down on her knees, and sucked him so good he screamed for the mother he hated. And like that, he was under Kesha's command again.

He grabbed the card from his pocket and called the detective. He answered, and he had no problems agreeing to come to their place for whatever was in store.

He knew, somehow, that this was not a call about the case.

He was still so aroused he wanted to fuck his woman to sleep, but now they were throwing another person into their sex life. "Babe, are you sure, sharing what we have with another man?"

Kesha planted sweet kisses on his neck. "It's just a sex dream of mine. Two handsome men, one time...you can make all the rules."

He had no idea what the "rules" were with something like this. He was not gay, not even bisexual, not even a little bit, so him doing anything with a man was out of the question. The thought of another man touching all over his woman, he could kill a guy.

But if it was what she wanted.

Detective Washington was over at their place in less than thirty minutes. The man must have sped over, willing for something like this to happen.

"Detective," he greeted him at the door, dressed in only his black silk robe.

"Call me Marcus. What's up man," he said as if they were old friends.

He walked away from him and went to the bar to pour a drink for their guest and himself. He was not much of a drinker. To get down with whatever Kesha had planned, he needed some extra courage.

"I didn't call you over, she called you over. And whatever my love wants, I'm going to get it for her."

"Okay, word," he said, at his side and taking the drink he offered. "I think Kesha is a very beautiful woman, and you're very lucky to have someone like her. I would do anything she asked me to as well."

Kesha was the type of woman that had done many things with many men. He knew about her past. It never bothered him. This was just another man that would be her past once she was done with him.

While they were finishing their drinks, Kesha strolled down the stairs with not a stitch of clothing on. Her brown skin seemed to glow. Her locs down and around her shoulders, framing her face, her face bare of make-up, making her look younger and innocent, and her body curved to arouse any man and he instantly became hard watching her move.

"Fellas." She walked in between the two. "Nice to see you again, detective."

"M-Marcus, call me...Marcus," he stuttered, watching her.

"Tell me what you want me to do," Roberto whispered in her ear.

"The rules are this, fellas, I ask my man, ToTo, permission for what I want to do. If he says yes, we can do them, if he says no, we won't. If for any reason, ToTo, you want to stop, end things, I will. You are in control, baby."

He nodded, not knowing what he was about to get into, but so mesmerized by her.

"I'm down!" Marcus shouted out.

"Mr. Marcus, you have to promise me this," she said, then leaned closer his way. "You protect my man no matter what."

Oh, he saw how Kesha was rolling. She knew he was into something, but never asked, and he would keep it that way. He was not worried about the cops coming after him, but it would be nice to have added protection.

"And this doesn't get out to your buddies, you partner, what we do here, tonight," Kesha said.

"Agreed!"

"Well now, let's get things started." Kesha turned to him. "Can I kiss him?"

Share his woman? Was he ready for this? His insecurities kicked in for a moment. Maybe he was not man enough for her. He did not satisfy her enough. She would leave him for someone else. This detective. He would fuck her better and she would never look back. He would be all alone again, a kid in his brother's shadows.

But she was his drug, and he was addicted to her.

"You can kiss him."

Kesha moved closer to this cop, a stranger to them, and pulled him to her for a kiss. Far from a simple kiss, it was a long, passionate kiss while he watched. Marcus stood there, kissing her back, and when he tried to touch her, Kesha held his hands back and moved away.

"My man did not say you could touch me. You listen to the rules or we're done."

"Okay, sorry!" Marcus looked at him.

He was still unsure of all of this, so he ignored him and focused on Kesha.

"I think he should take off his clothes. What do you think, ToTo?"

"Okay."

Marcus undressed, revealing he was tatted all over his chest, arms, and well-defined abs as if he was in a gang in a past life. He did not look like a detective at all. Though he was shorter than Roberto, he was still a nice height and was in great shape, making his body look like an afterthought. Roberto never did a crunch in his life, Marcus looked like he lived in the gym.

He watched this naked man, fully aroused, lust over the woman he loved. Kesha walked around him, taking him all in, not touching him, just examining over his body.

"ToTo, I want to touch him, I want to feel him, then I want to suck him dry."

He nodded.

"I need to hear you say it. This is my sex dream. I'll give you yours later."

"Yes, you can do all the things with him, Kesha."

Kesha placed her hands on Marcus' chest, rubbed over his tatted body, down to his abs, and then to his dick, taking it in her hands. Marcus reacted with a shiver but stood there, watching her, he never took his eyes off her. When Kesha went down to her knees, he watched her take another man's dick in her mouth like he had done to him earlier in the shower.

He had never been so turned on in his life!

It was like watching porn, but better. Watching the beautiful woman he loved, doing the things he liked her to do to him, was a turn-on.

He opened his robe and masturbated himself as he watched her give the best damn head. Marcus let out sounds like a wimp, as if he never had head so good. Kesha was a pro, using her hands mouth, and a whole lot of spit to get it perfectly wet and sloppy. She sucked the dear life out of that man, and he wanted her even more for it.

He could feel himself coming to the brink with his hand, then Kesha motioned for him to come over closer.

"Rain on me," she said.

Both men bust their nuts and jerked it all over her face and body. This was the best night of his life.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: This sex dream (is it a dream?) has nothing to do with the story...or does it. I always drop in little nuggets and everything I write is for a reason. Stay with me now, we are nearly done.