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  FREE AGENT

  By

  Lolah Lace

  Book 3.5

  BALLS TO THE WALLS

  Erotica Series

  Kindle Edition

  Published by Lolah Lace

  Copyright © 2013 by Lolah Lace

  Cover Image by Konradbak

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

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  WARNING

  This novel is considered romantic fiction with erotic elements or erotica. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, mild violence and strong sexual content.

  Dedications

  This book is dedicated to my Facebook friends who wanted to see more of the RJ character. So ladies, here is an extra dose of Mason’s nephew RJ. This is just for you.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to send a special thanks to the Amazon and Kindle readers that gave me rave reviews for my Balls To The Walls Erotica Series.

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  PROLOGUE

  Listen to me. I swear to Christ, I’m free, no girlfriends, no baby mama, no nothing. For reals I’m not in no relationship with anybody. Sure I date, take a few pretty ladies out to dinner and a movie. But believe me, I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t know why you don’t believe me. I haven’t found the right lady just yet. I guess I’m not lucky. It looks like my luck has just changed. You seem like somebody I could get to know. I’m single. You’re single. How about I take you out and show you a good time? You name the time and place, wherever you want to go. I got you girl. Oh check it; my name is Robert James Palazzo Jr. My friends call me RJ. You can check my Facebook status. I’m single. So what’s up sexy lady, how about you give up them digits?

  CHAPTER 1

  I wanted to call Deja but I had to play it cool. I couldn’t act too thirsty. She was a dime. She was used to being sweated 24/7 by whack ass dudes trying to smash. Deja looked like a beautiful baby doll. I have been known to collect dolls from time to time. Deja Holland, I loved how her name rolled off my tongue. She was a sexy Black girl that I had my eye on for a minute. She was fine as hell. Her skin was a creamy shade of milk chocolate brown. She resembled the actress Gabrielle Union but younger. I had to spit my game and hope she likes Italian guys. Who doesn’t like Italian guys?

  I can’t wait to climb in between her thighs. That’s how I do. Word at my former high school is she’s a virgin. I haven’t had a virgin in two years and I have to work fast to get with her. I have to lock that up. If Deja goes away to college I’ll miss getting first crack.

  Instead of obsessing about the possibility of new booty I should be working. I was sitting behind the desk at the office of my Uncle Mason’s construction business. I was bored and maybe a little horny. Is being a little horny the same as being a little wasted?

  The front office door slowly opened. I stopped daydreaming to look up at another beautiful black baby doll.

  Guess who’s coming to dinner? Kari friggin’ Fenderson strutted her bangable ass into the office. I know I shouldn’t be looking at my Uncle’s girl but damn. Shorty was a ten. My cell phone vibrated on the desk and shook me out of my illegal fantasy. Uncle Mason would gut punch me for even thinking about his MILF. He’s got Kari under lock and key.

  It was only two o’clock. I had glanced down at my cell and I was receiving another text message from Selena. She was my own personal groupie. I hit ignore. Now back to Kari.

  How the hell did Uncle get that piece of ass? He’s creeping around on his wife but he’s always busting my balls about where I put my cock. I sat there and desperately tried not to make googily eyes but Kari was friggin’ gorgeous. Does she even know it? Of course she does. Hot girls are always pretending to be oblivious to their power over men.

  “Kari, how’s it going?” I said as I scanned her entire body and got a good look at her tits. If her tits looked this good covered, wonder what they looked like bare. Shit, Uncle Mason is going to bury me alive.

  “I’m good.” She smiled like she had my uncle’s cock on her brain.

  I watched her as she pranced up to the desk and looked down at me. “Uncle Mason’s in the back.”

  Kari was smiling with her lips pressed together. She waltzed right by me like she was on Dancing With The Stars. She gets a perfect score of thirty so I might as well hold up my number ten right now. Uncle was about to put the power driver on her. She would be screaming soon enough, hearing that shit makes my junk hard as bricks. She will be screaming, Ohhhhhh Mason! How many times I got to hear that shit today.

  As soon as I heard the door to the back office close I turned the radio up in the office. I wasn’t trying to sit behind the desk in this office with a rock hard cock. Their little fuck sessions take about an hour or two depending on my Uncle’s stamina. He could bang a long time of an old dude. I guess if you got a bella nero signora under you that’s the best friggin’ motivation.

  My cell started vibrating again. I knew it was insecure Selena. She was really pissing me off. How many times do I gotta tell her I’m at work? I grabbed my cell, unlocked it and hit the talk button.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” I turned the volume down on the radio that played in the background.

  Her accented Mexican voice came through my cell. “You ain’t answering my calls.”

  “I’m at friggin’ work. Do I have to write the text messages in espanol? You can’t read friggin’ English. I’m at work. Stop calling me or I will come over there and pop you one right in your friggin’ grill.”

  “I only wanted to tell you something.”

  “What? Tell me. Tell me. You got uno, deus friggin’ seconds.”

  “I talked to my girl Teresa.”

  “Yeah so?”

  “She said she would have a threesome with us.”

  The word threesome was like a tranquillizer dart in my heart. All my annoyance was over. “You serious or you shitting me?”

  “No I talked to Teresa and she down.”

  “Teresa with the humongous fun bags?”

  “Yeah papi, the one with the big tits but…”

  I knew it was too good to be true. “But what?”

  “Teresa is a virgin.”

  “Bullshit!”

  “No really, her family is strict Catholic so she said you can only stick her in her ass. You can’t bone her in her pussy.”

  That’s fine with me. “When is this ménage gonna happen?”

  “Teresa is down for tonight. She can sneak out the house tonight.”

  “What time?”

  “We can be at your place at eight o’clock.”

  “If you’re late I’m not letting you in.”

  “I got to see if my brother will let me use his car. Are you going to give me gas money?”

  “Don’t I always give you friggin’ gas money?”

  “Yeah but sometimes you be trippin’ and shit.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about yo’ cheap ass.”

  “Get the fuck outta here. You and your big tit friend wash
your friggin’ asses before you show up to my place.”

  “I always wash my ass. You’re an asshole.”

  “Whatever, I don’t wanna smell no friggin’ taco sauce on your friggin’ pussies.”

  “Fuck you. You spaghetti eating motherfucker.” She squawked.

  “Whatever mamacita. Don’t be late. I can’t stay up all night. I got work in the morning.” That was a lie but Selena tries to Bogart her way into my life and monopolize all my time.

  “Okay, I love you.”

  Fuck love! Yeah right, you just love my doggystyle. “Later.” I hung up. Selena had a banging body and a mad head game. That’s the only reason I kept her around. She was dumb as hell but she was DTF at the drop of a hat and she would do whatever I told her. So I had her on speed dial.

  I started doing the purchase orders because it fell on me today. Mike decided he was leaving early to pick his kid up from school. The school nurse called and said Brandon was vomiting or had a fever or something.

  When I was in high school I loved going to see the high school nurse. I had a special connection with Nurse Jackson. Maybe I should go pay her a visit. She gave me a five hundred dollar watch for graduation. It’s been a minute. I should call first. Maybe she’s married now.

  I was daydreaming about the first time I showed Nurse Jackson my junk. Her eyes bugged right out of her head and her mouth dropped open. She was a dark brown thick black lady. She had dreadlocks before everybody else started rocking them. I still don’t know how old Nurse Jackson was or is right now. She refused to tell me her age. I didn’t care. I was so horny in high school I thought I would explode if I didn’t have sex at least every other day.

  I was reminiscing real hard for a good thirty-forty minutes when the front door opened. I looked up and there stood Tess, my uncle’s wife. What the fuck? I turned the volume up on the radio without her noticing. She was skin and bones. Was Uncle Mason feeding her?

  “RJ.”

  “Hi Tess.” I stood because I was panicky. “How’s it going?”

  “Great.” Tess was slightly smiling and slightly frowning. I call it smowning. .

  I returned her smown with a nervous smown of my own. I was smooth as hell but this was a little bit out of my league. Uncle Mason is banging his girlfriend in the backroom and his wife is just a few feet away.

  “I see Mason’s car out front. Is he in the back office?”

  “No, he’s out in the warehouse.” First thing I could think of.

  “Does he have his phone on him?”

  “I don’t know. He should.”

  “I called him a few times and he didn’t answer.”

  “It’s hard to get reception out in the warehouse and Mason doesn’t like for us to ride the equipment with any electronic devices.” I started rambling on to buy me some time.

  “Oh, I called him like three or four times.” Stalk much? “I just wanted to ask what he wanted for dinner and maybe take him to lunch.”

  You’re a little late Mrs. Rizza. Mason has already had lunch. He’s was probably eating Kari’s blackberry pie at this very moment.

  “Tess, I can just go back to the warehouse and get him.”

  “You would do that?”

  “Yeah, just have a seat over by the window.” Far away from the wall connected to the backroom and far away from the door that leads to the backroom. “I will just be a few minutes. I’ll walk back there and get him.”

  “Thanks RJ.”

  “No problem Tess.” I grabbed my cell off the desk and jammed it into my pocket. I causally watched Tess as she grabbed a magazine from the small end table. I strolled out the front door hoping for the best, hoping my Uncle and Kari didn’t come walking out the backroom and right into Tess.

  As soon as I was out of her line of sight I took off running to the edge of the building. I ran inside the fence just as a flatbed truck full of plywood was being hauled in through the gate. I beat the pavement running around the building to the backdoor. I was texting Uncle and running at the same time. But he was balls deep in pussy and apparently couldn’t drag his ass to his cell to respond to my 911 texts.

  My rapid sprint got me back there in record time. I jumped up the stairs slightly out of breath. I couldn’t bang on the door. I was afraid Tess would hear it. Instead I tapped on the door hard enough for Uncle Mason to hear but without using all my strength. It took a few seconds when I heard someone approaching the door that lead to the back lot. The same door I was standing at with a modest amount of panic.

  Uncle Mason opened the back door in his friggin’ birthday suit. He was balls and junk out. Shit dude, he wasn’t done yet? This was embarrassing and he looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of me.

  “Uncle Mason.” I had to talk before he did.

  “What the fuck?” He growled.

  “I’ve been friggin’ texting you.” I blurted out afraid he wouldn’t let me get my explanation out.

  “What’s so fucking important?” He barked.

  “Tess is here.”

  “What?”

  “Your wife is in the office.”

  “Tess.” Hello, yes Tess, your friggin’ wife. You know the one at home that drives the minivan. Did Kari’s snatch make him forget who the hell Tess is? I guess he caught that disease, cheaters amnesia.

  “I had to run around the friggin’ building to warn you. I told her you were in the warehouse. She knows you’re here. Your car is out front. I turned the radio up in the office so she couldn’t hear you guys voices through the vents.”

  “Fuck! Why is she here?”

  “I don’t friggin’ no. She was talking about dinner or something.” How the fuck should I know. Don’t kill the friggin’ messenger. Uncle had pushed the pause button on his brain. “Hurry up. Get dressed and get out here before she calls your cell and she hears it ringing in the next room.”

  “My phone is on silent.” He calmly stated. He was back to his self now, calculating his next move.

  “I told her you were in the warehouse. You should be five minutes behind me.”

  “Fuck okay. Go back around. I will be there in five.”

  I jogged down the four steps. I heard Uncle close and lock the door behind me. I started walking around to the front of the building. There was no need to rush at least I didn’t think so. Being in the same room with Tess wasn’t as easy as one would think. She was one of those women I couldn’t charm. I’m never getting married. I like girls too much. I’m forever single and ready to mingle. Commitment is for fools and old people.

  When I finally strolled back into the front office Tess was seated in a chair by the window. She seemed to be in the dark and I hoped she would stay there. Uncle was happy with his African American dime piece. I had to admit I was pretty damn happy with her too.

  Kari mellowed him out. She made him act less like a prick. Sure he still busted everybody’s balls but it was in a joking way, not in his legendary I’ll fire your ass way. If Tess finds out he’s cheating with a black woman, then he’s back to being a total ass. Plus if Tess finds out, I will have to do some real work around here. I don’t know how smart Tess is so I can’t predict the outcome. I got fingers crossed on this one.

  “Hey Tess, he’s on his way. He had to finish up a few things.”

  “Okay RJ. Thanks for going to get him.”

  “Sure.” I took my seat behind the front desk. I noticed that some of the papers were different from how I left them. My People magazine had been moved and my Eastbay catalog wasn’t where I left it.

  Uncle’s wife was snooping around on this desk. Why? I didn’t let on that things were in a mild form of disarray. I may not be the smartest guy but I’m good with detail. That’s why Uncle lets me work here. My eyesight is on point and my eye for detail is impeccable.

  There was a weird uncomfortable silence between me and Tess. I think she still saw me as a kid and not worthy of her time or conversation. Knowing that she was
snooping made it hard for me to engage her. I don’t know what she was thinking and I pride myself on being very intuitive when it comes to women of all ages. But Tess was mad different. Not in a good way, in a strange way.

  My horny Uncle finally showed up or more so scampered in. I’m still tripping on dude opening the door in his birthday suit. When he stepped on the scene Tess’ eyes were all over him. Not in a loving way. I think she suspected something. She was scrutinizing him with her fine tooth comb. She was on to him. I recognize that look. I’ve seen it plenty of times from my ex-girlfriends.

  If Uncle Mason could pull this off he would be my hero. He looked like he had his feathers ruffled. He looked like he had just jumped out some fresh pussycat. I wondered if Tess could see it?

  “Hey hon.” Uncle kissed his wife on the cheek as he leaned in and gripped her forearms. “What’s wrong?” He casually asked while pulling away. “I’m working. Why are you here? Why aren’t you with the kids? Is everything okay with the kids because you know it’s really busy around here?”

  Shit Unc, that was a mouthful.

  Tess’ eyes darted over to me then back to her husband. “The kids are fine. I was in the neighborhood and I thought that we could have a late lunch.”

  Uncle Mason took a few steps back. He put a crap load of distance between him and his wife. I pretended to be working by staring at the computer screen that had already turned black. I had my ears wide open and my big mouth shut. This is exciting to watch.

  “I’m not hungry. You should have called first.”

  “I did. I called three times.”

  Uncle’s eye’s arched and it wrinkled his forehead. He was thinking of a lie, or maybe just an excuse for dodging her calls.

  “I didn’t have my cell phone on me. I was in the warehouse, WORKING.” He growled. Shit balls!!! That was rude.

  “Oh I just, ah, ah thought—” Tess stumbled over her words as Uncle’s disposition turned sour just that fast.

  “Don’t think.” Damn! “If I didn’t return your calls don’t interrupt me at work. If my kids are hurt or in danger that’s when you need to call me, not to eat food with you. We do that every night at dinner. Once a day is enough. Do I make myself clear?”