Sins of a Siren (5 page)

Darius shifted his bottom jaw from side to side, grinding his teeth as he analyzed the information he'd just received.
How the fuck did she tape us without me knowin'?
“Well, that ain't as bad as
I thought…a lot of that sounds like circumstantial evidence to me.”

Tyrone leaned back on the patrol car, exhaled loudly. “That's not all; they also got you on tape admittin' you extorted her out of money she was gonna use for a drug transaction. Since the ho put
my
name in it, I'm sure they are gonna investigate me, too.” He turned and glared over the roof of the car at Darius. “I
told
you that bitch Trenda was scandalous when you
first
started fuckin' with her.”

Darius scowled at him. “Quit panickin', scary-ass!”

The sound of a car skidding to avoid an accident overhead briefly silenced them. “Quit panickin'? How the hell you gonna explain the goddamn video?”

Darius walked a few steps away, while drumming the fingers of his right hand on his thigh. He froze. “Role play.”

Tyrone gave him a perplexed look. “Role play? What the hell you talkin' about?”

A thin smile crossed his lips. “Lots of people practice sexual role play. I can claim that's what we were doin'.”

Tyrone stared off into the night as he contemplated his partner's words. “Okay, so how are you gonna explain being on tape when
we
were supposed to be on patrol?”

Darius broadened his smile. “Who's to say her camera timestamp wasn't wrong? People do make mistakes, cameras do malfunction.”

The patrol car radio called out their unit number. Tyrone shook his head as he opened the driver side door and got into the car. “That sounds all good, but we still have a problem.”

“What the hell are you talkin' about now?” Darius asked as he entered the car.

After responding to a request from the dispatcher to check out a domestic violence call, Tyrone started the engine. “They also
want to bring Trenda in for questioning, see if she wants to press charges.”

Darius adjusted his hat as they pulled off. “In that case, we'll have to get to her before they do.”

T
renda met Box in the café car to watch his collection of the Dave Chappelle Show DVD's. “He is a damn
fool
!” she said with a laugh as she and Box watched Dave Chappelle perform a skit with Ashy Larry.

Box wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “He sure the hell is!” The feel of Trenda's thigh touching his in the booth they shared had more of his attention than the comedy playing on his laptop. He looked out the window and saw a large, brown, full moon keeping pace with the speeding train. “I order every season that comes out on DVD.”

After the skit ended, Trenda lifted her arms over her head, yawned and stretched. She looked around the car and saw they were two of the only five people still in the café car. “What time you got?”

Box checked his watch. “I have five after eleven.” He smiled into her hypnotic eyes. “I hope it's not past your curfew.”

She looked at him out the corner of her eye with a devilish grin as she let her hand fall on his surprisingly firm thigh. She then slowly removed it.
Hmmmm, he's a lot more solid than he looks.
“Don't worry; I told daddy not to wait up for me.”

He nearly snapped the DVD in half as he tried to put it back in its case after feeling Trenda's hand on his leg. “I have another DVD of his show if you want to watch it.”

She turned toward him and leaned back against the window. “Do you have a room or just a seat?”

He gave her a blank expression as he zipped up his DVD case. “Huh?”

Trenda maintained eye contact with him. “Do you have a room here on the train or just a seat? My ass is gettin' sore sittin' on this hard bench seat.”

“I, uhhh… I have a room.”

Hmmmmmmm, I ain't fucked a man big as him in a long time. He might just get lucky.
“Why you hesitate? You don't want me to visit?”

He nervously adjusted his glasses, then scratched his beard. “I didn't hesitate; I just wanted to be sure I understood what you were asking.” A gleeful smile stretched his face. “You
do
want to come back to my room, correct?”

She read the lust and desire in his body language. She then leaned closer and placed her hand on his forearm. “Yes, Mr. Box. That's exactly what I said. I can't sit through another DVD on this hard-ass seat.”

Blood rushed to the stiffening organ in his pants. “Cool!” He then pointed toward the outlet under the window. “Can you unplug the laptop power cord, please?”

She watched with an amused grin on her face as he shut down and packed up his laptop with light speed. “You want me to carry your DVD case?”

He stood and placed the strap of his black laptop case on his shoulder. He then picked up the black leather DVD case. “No, I've got it.”

Her top rode up, revealing her flat stomach as she slid across the bench seat and stood.
Damn, that cut on my shoulder still hurts.
After catching him eying her, she stretched and yawned again, giving him a good look at her abs. After adjusting her clothes, she said, “Let's go before I fall asleep on you.”

After following Box to his room, he stopped before opening the door. “Ummmm, can you wait out here for a minute? I want to make sure the place is presentable.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts, cut her eyes at him and chuckled. “What? I already know you got a woman. You ain't gotta hide the picture of her you have on the nightstand.”

He laughed as he unlocked the door to his room. “You should be on the Dave Chappelle show with all the jokes
you
have!”

He opened the door just wide enough for him to slip inside. “Don't have me waitin' out here all night.”

He stepped inside. “Just give me a minute.”

She smirked, checked her watch and nodded her head as he closed the door.

Moments later, he opened the door, stepped aside and let her inside. “Sorry about the wait.”

“You must of had a whole lotta pictures to hide as long as it took you.” She eyeballed his spacious room. It looked to be twice the size of her roomette. “Why do you have a room this big if you're travelin' alone?”

She took a seat on the sofa next to the window. “I got lucky; this was the only room available at the time my trip was booked.”

“Yeah, right.” She gave him a smirk, peeled back the curtain and looked out the window. The glowing lights of an unknown city flashed by as the train sped westward.

“What you want to watch now?” Box asked as he set up his laptop on the table across from them.

She took her eyes off the moon as it chased the train. “Do you have any scary movies?”

He opened his DVD case and rifled through his collection. He stopped and removed a DVD. “Have you ever seen
Jeepers Creepers
?”

She shook her head, closed the curtain and sat back on the sofa. “No…but I hope it's not one of those fake-ass Jason movies.”

He chuckled, pressed play and sat down beside Trenda. “It's better than that.”

As the movie began, she pointed at the wall-mounted light. “Why don't you turn that off so we can see the screen better?” He stood and turned off the light.
Damn, he got a big ol' booty!

As the first killing took place in the movie, she felt her eyelids getting heavy. A continuous loop of dull pain from her injuries coursed through her body. Moments later, the sound of her inner voice replaced the sound of the movie dialogue. Worries of where she was going to live in California, for how long and if Piper was still alive ran through her mind like a track star.

Box gently elbowed her in the side. “Mya…Mya, wake up.”

She opened her eyes and tried to focus on the screen. “I'm awake…I was just restin'.”

He grinned. “It sounded more like you were pretending to be a buzz saw.”

She rolled her eyes as she pulled down her top, which had rode up above her navel. She noticed his eyes were riveted to her exposed flesh. “I
know
you're trippin'. I don't hardly snore.”

He blinked and quickly took his eyes off her sexy stomach. “If you say so; besides, I guess I wouldn't really know without spending the night with you.”

She looked out the corner of her eye into his glasses. She read his desire to fuck her like a billboard on his face. “Are you askin' me to spend the night here with you?”

He avoided her gaze. “That's not what I meant by my comment, but you
would
be more than welcome to stay here tonight.”

She gave a slight grin as she watched the movie reflect off his glasses. “C'mon now. Do you think I'm the kinda girl that would sleep with a stranger I met on a train a couple of days ago?”

“You wouldn't have to sleep in the same bed as me.” He pointed up at a rectangular-shaped section of the wall above their heads. “That folds down to another bed.”

You sure give up easy
. She contemplated his offer. “Okay, that'll work, but I wanna be on top.”

Her innuendo-filled reply made him grin. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

She yawned and stretched in her seat. “I'm too tired to finish watchin' the movie. I'm ready to go to sleep.”

He stood up, turned on the light and walked over to the laptop.

“That's cool. Maybe we can finish watching it together one day.”

She rubbed her eyes as he shutdown the laptop. “Now how are we gonna do that with you livin' with ya woman?”

He chuckled as he placed the laptop in its black leather case. “I told you I
had
a woman; I didn't say I
lived
with a woman.”

She paused as she processed this new information. She knew a possible meal ticket when she saw one. “Bullshit! How long y'all been together?”

He glanced over at Trenda as she bent over to untie her white Adidas tennis shoes. “We've been together for three years now.”

Trenda kicked off her shoes and wiggled her unpainted, pretty toes. “Now, how y'all go that long without one of y'all movin' in with the other?”

Box walked over to the closet and placed his laptop inside. “We agreed to not move in together until we were really ready for it.”

Trenda picked up her shoes, stood and put them against the wall, under the window. She nearly lost her balance as the train ran over a particularly bouncy stretch of tracks. “I'm not tryin' to be all in your business, but don't you think three years is long enough to know whether or not y'all are ready?”

For the first time, Box showed her an emotion other than lust and bashfulness. “I'm pretty sure I'm ready, but Meagan…” He
paused, took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled. “She decided she wants to finish school first. She's at U.C. Berkeley working on her masters in molecular and biochemical nutrition.”

Damn, she sounds like one real boring bitch. And with a name like Meagan I bet she a white girl
. She watched Box fold down the upper bunk. “What is molecular whatever-the-hell you said?”

Box walked over to the closet and removed the spare blankets and pillows for Trenda. “It's the study of the effects of nutrition on diseases such as cancer, diabetes, etcetera.”

Trenda yawned. “Okay, enough. You makin' my head hurt.” Box nearly went into cardiac arrest as he watched Trenda unzip her pink velour top. “Well, I'm going to bed. Talk to you in the morning.”

For a moment, his mouth moved like a fish trying to breathe air. “Uhhh…wow…okay.” The sight of her pink lace bra-covered cleavage made his balls tickle and his dick straighten out. He turned and looked out of the window in order to conceal his condition. “I guess I'll turn in, too.”

I knew you'd like that
. She watched him attempt to hide his stiffness. She then walked over to the bed. “Can you help me up?”

He whipped his head around. “Huh?”

She pointed at the upper bed with her thumb. “How am I supposed to get up there?”

Box walked over to the end of the bed. “You climb up here by standing on the edge of the bottom bed and pulling yourself up.”

Trenda yawned. “I'm too tired to do all that. Come over here and lift me up.”

He fought to hide a smile as he scratched his forehead. “Okay.”

As he walked over, Trenda turned toward the bed and placed her hands on top. “Grab me by the waist and lift.”

Both his pulse and breathing quickened as he wrapped his big
hands around her small waist. Once she was halfway up, he had to push her up the rest of the way by placing his hand on her soft ass. That treat left his palms sweaty with a yearning to pull those pink pants off her. “Are you going to be okay up there? Are those two blankets enough?”

Trenda leaned over the bed. “Yes. I'm gonna be all right.” She then kissed him lightly on the lips, then tucked herself in. “I had fun tonight.”

Box slowly opened his eyes after the soft kiss. After a quiet moment, he grinned. “It was my pleasure…believe me.”

After Box turned off the lights and climbed into his bed, Trenda lay on her side listening to the
clickety-clack
of the train.
I just might be able to get ol' Box to let me stay at his place for a minute until I get myself together, if I can figure out a way to deal with his girlfriend issue.
Trenda then drifted in and out of troubled sleep as stress-filled thoughts of her dilemma refused to let her rest.

An hour later, after tossing and turning, Trenda's eyes fluttered open.
What the hell is that?
She lifted her head off the pillow and listened. Below the sound of the train clacking on the tracks and the intermittent blows of the train whistle, Trenda heard a low grunting sound and covers rustling. She then quietly leaned her head over the edge of the bed and looked. In the dim light of the city the train rolled past, she caught a brief glimpse of Box, on his back with his eyes closed, stroking his dick underneath his covers.
Oh shit!
She then quickly and silently lay back down.
I can't believe he's down there jackin' off!