Tommy Slater Novels & Stories

Putting his hand on my shoulder he shook his head grinning humourlessly. "Tommy hung himself two days ago. His wife told him that she didn't want him to see his kid anymore... he was a screw-up, always had been, since high school. Now he's dead... Ain't afraid of the Boogey Man... California tree huggers." He laughed out loud. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and hung his head. "I went over there the day of the bust. I left Marcello in the R.M.P. and I went in myself."

John slammed into her pussy at the same time Tommy started shooting cum down the back of her throat. Tommy stood there holding her mouth down on his cock, "Haven't been able to do that since I got married." When Tommy finally let her go, Master was there to take his place. Master pushed her hair back out of her face, "You are such a good slut" He shoved his cock down the back of her throat as hard as he could, "Just remember you are my Cock Whore, and my Slut."

Maybe Sylar knows how to make him respect me. Me: Hey Sylar, got any ideas on getting Toma's respect? He's really smart and he quit drinking the milk when he smells the DT and he recently bit my chest when I was trying to get onto him for him burning all my clothes besides the pants I already had on today.

I’ve never let a woman into my life before, but I’m opening up to her because something inside me knows that she’s the one. I lead her over to the bar where Slate, our club’s enforcer, is chatting with a few of the new recruits. He’s laughing at Josh’s joke but stops when he spots Tammy. His eyes scan across her but only briefly. He knows better than to check out a girl who’swith me. Still, I can tell he’s curious about her. Why wouldn’t he be? Tammy is like a rose in a field of thorns here. “Slate, allow me to introduce you to Tammy,” I say frankly, leaving no room for questions. “Tammy, this is Slate, our resident tough guy.”

Couldn’t stop myself from cussing out. Tommy smiled. He loved it. It gave me that look like this my revenge for all the time you fucked me hard. I reached out for his cock. Wanted to touch him. Wanted to make him shake. But he slapped my hand and just kept riding me. “Fuck, let me touch you.” I reached out again. But then another slap. I did it again and again. Each time the slap came. After a while, he groaned out, “You can touch me now.”

"Tommy, my old friend. How are you?" "Verra well." Tommy exchanged slaps on the shoulder with his boss. "I've just now returned from Washington." "Well, ye're back in the nick of time. Stephan is on his way. We may have a bit of trouble." Tommy grimaced. "We have a lot more trouble than that." He glanced at Malcolm. "It's a good thing I went to Langley. At least we have prior warning now." "Why don't we just capture him and avenge Alex Nilsen's death?"

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

As Niko’s little brother, I felt it was my duty to ensure he didn’t become some poor girl's nightmare. His face remains unchanged “And I’m concerned for your marriage if that’s how you and your husband flirt” I waved a hand, heat spreading up my neck “Oh, our marriage is just fine” He gives me a stupid smile and I know he’s about to say something equally stupid so I cut in “Those look nice” I nod to his hands. Tommy lifts the weapon once more his fingers away from the trigger the he points it away from me. “Got these babies from our last shipment, it’s so sweet man” he grinned happily. Look at him, the talk of women has him sour but weapons have him smiling dreamingly.

Tommy responded, and I heard the sound of skin on skin as she slapped him. “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down,” she growled, “This is my best friend we are talking, and your bloody niece. What sort of Guardian are you if you are going to let her do this.” Well I guess I knew what they were arguing about. I sighed before knocking on the door. The voices in the room stopped, and I heard footsteps. The door opened and Tommy looked out. I could still see the red mark on his cheek from Louise’s slap. I smiled sympathetically. “Hi,” he said. He then looked behind him. “It might be safer if you didn’t come in.”

Jerry waves on his way out smiling. Tommy grabs the pizza and puts it on the small coffee table by Tia and then returns to the refrigerator for a couple drinks. Most would expect it to be beer but Tommy prefers malt beverages, his favorite being 'Mike's Hard Lemonades'. He pops the tops and shoots the caps into the kitchen trash with a snap from his fingers with a well practiced bank shot. Tia giggles and says, "It looks like you might have done that a time or two." Tommy looks at her slyly from the corner of his eye replying, "Maayybe."