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The romantic, sometimes erotic adventures
of Tracie Dumas, Bounty Hunter
copyright © 2015 Anji Philips
all rights reserved
cover by Blair Erotica
Johnny stretched languidly, his naked body moving against mine as we lay in his bed. The morning sun had just begun lighting the room, coming in behind him, silhouetting his wonderful, muscular body. It was warm, we were both naked, and I ran my eyes over his body, thinking about the prospect of fucking him again before heading to the office.
"How's your work doing?" he asked. "Is the bounty-hunting season in high pitch? It doesn't seem like you've been traveling much lately."
Johnny is not usually subtle, and I wondered where this was going. He didn't really pay much attention to what I did for a living. "Why? You sound like you have something in mind?"
"I do. But it will take several days."
Okay, Johnny has real stamina, but even he didn't think of playing mattress polo over that long a period. He liked his games as much as I did, but they didn't normally involve advanced planning. As it happened, I wasn't getting any work at all. I was intending to go to the office that morning and see what I could scrounge up. "Several days?"
"Of your time. See, I was hoping I could convince you to take a break from your work and watch the bar for a week. I mean, you are the half owner, so you have a vested interest."
Seeing that the several days clearly wouldn't be spent with him, my interest took a dive. "While you do what?"
"Go see my mother. You know she's been sick, and now they want to operate and remove a tumor. She called me last night in a panic. The idea of them cutting into her scares the shit out of her. They want to do a biopsy, which isn't bad, but if they find it's malignant they'll want to get it all out right away. She needs me to go hold her hand and be there to help her make decisions."
"What about Alice?"
He grunted. "Still in Paris. And it's your fault." He grinned teasingly. Actually, I had made it possible for Alice to be in Paris. I'd bought out her interest in the family bar downstairs, knowing she wanted the money to move there. "She and her girlfriend just bought a place and they're in the middle of all the fucking paperwork and then they have to move in right away because the lease on the place they've been living is up. Perfect timing and all that."
I touched his hard chest, ran a finger over his nipple and sighed. Family problems are a bitch. It's hard being an outsider because even if you know a person you can't really see how they view their responsibilities. In my case it was easy. My responsibility to my parents was to stay the hell away from them. They were staunch conservatives and very religious. That I had squandered my life by becoming a bounty hunter had been an unforgivable sin against my abilities and their sensibilities. That I was a slut was expected.
Long ago I'd come to understand that we didn't see life as even the same kind of experience. I wanted to live it and they wanted… I'm not sure what they wanted other than to make their Bible-pounding friends approve of them. That meant that they did what was written rather than what they wanted.
Rather than fight, seeing as I am just as hard headed as they are, when I got thrown out of school for fucking in the dorm, they cut me off and we agreed to go our own ways. That was okay with me. Almost everything I'd done in my life since I was tiny had either disappointed them or been seen as an insult to their values. Why would my teen years have been different? Now they didn't even know my current address. As a result, I was uniquely unqualified to comment on Johnny's situation or judge his decision.
But I wanted to hold him there. My hand traced his hard abs knowing he would have to go and I was missing him already. "Sure, I can do that. When?"
"I'd like to go tomorrow. There's a flight at ten in the morning."
I worked to not show my sadness. "Okay, I'll go into the office today and set things up for being gone a week. I'll call my regular clients and if anyone tries to get in touch with me my service will take a message and tell them I'm out of town on a case. My clients are used to that.”
"Is that okay?"
I chuckled. "Doesn't matter if it is, does it? You need me here because your mom needs you there so I'll just have to hustle harder when you get back. The truth is that I'm going to be lonely and miss the lovely way you fuck me more than I'll be stressed by losing work."
He laughed. "You won't have to stay lonely. I know you've got a contact list of guys who would be more than happy to get in your bed. You are hot. And if they don't pan out, working in a bar is just the ticket for you. Lots of hot guys come in here. And you damn well know it. I saw you taking a long and lingering look at a couple of the guys on that construction crew that comes in after work. You get hungry eyes."
He was right. There were a couple of them who got my juices flowing. I hadn't done anything about it, because Johnny and I had been pretty hot for each other lately. Our relationship was wide open, but lately just being with each other had been damn good, and I'd been working on the look-but-don't-touch program. Partly I knew that was because the slowdown in my business had me hanging around the bar more. When I didn't, Johnny turned to a variety of sweet young, and nearly young things who had a crush on him. We'd done a few threesomes when he got hungry enough to want more than just me, and that was fun too. Sex with women is fun, and it's best when a guy is around and it acts as a tease for a handy cock. With him gone I didn't intend to stay celibate. It just isn't my style, and no one knew that better than Johnny. "Yeah, there are a couple nice ones."
"So you should have a good time." I think he liked the idea of me screwing the customers. It certainly wouldn't hurt business, and kept me interested in the bar. Better yet, it reassured him that I wouldn't go ballistic if I caught him in a tangle of naked arms and legs with another woman. Johnny was hot. He attracted women, and when I wasn't around, which was often, I couldn't see any reason he shouldn't enjoy that. Most of the time it was nothing but a rush of lust. I knew he'd fucked the last two barmaids he'd hired. As long as there was no attachment, I was happy, and he felt the same with me. He never even asked if I screwed other guys—he assumed I did. Sometimes people con themselves, saying they aren't jealous while seething inside, but it seemed that Johnny and I were content to have our relationship and not worry about what went down outside it.
Despite the sexual harmony, sometimes we rubbed each other the wrong way. We were quite different kinds of people, and that makes for interest, variety, and conflict. The main issues between us arose from differences in what we wanted. He was organized, orderly, and loved the bar. I was spontaneous to the point of being impulsive, disorganized, and to me, this bar was just a bar. I liked it well enough, but it wasn't my life. Mine was bringing in bad guys who'd strayed far enough to warrant someone being willing to pay to have them returned to the fold.
Johnny and I worked on our differences, mostly by trying to accept each other as we were. And now, thinking about having to manage the place by myself, opening it every day, checking inventories, dealing with staff, sounded like work, and that attitude must have shown clearly on my face. I saw him studying my expression--his look told me that what he saw he didn't like.
Finally, he touched his fingertip to my nose. "Tracie, do you really enjoy owning a bar?"
The question surprised me. "Sure. With you."
"Am I the only reason you like owning it?"
My heart raced. "I'm not sure what you mean. I wouldn't have thought to go out and buy a bar, but stumbling across the opportunity and sharing it with you…"
"Sometimes it seems like it doesn't mean much to you. I get the impression that you'd be just as happy, maybe even happier if we owned a dry cleaning shop." That might sound like an innocuous question, but as much as the bar means to Johnny, hearing him ask gave me a chill. It was almost worse than if he questioned my feelings for him.
"I hadn't thought about it that way at all. Yes, it's true that when Alice told me she wanted to sell out it was the first time I ever considered owning one. And no, I haven't your passion for the business, but that's why we agreed you get to make the decisions and I stay a silent partner. Now I'm glad I was able to invest, but I try not to interfere because I gave my word and want to stick to that bargain. You insisted on that arrangement, so it's unfair to say I don't show an interest."
He considered that. "I see that. But there needs to be a balance so that I can see your interest. Otherwise, I feel like you are humoring me."