I See You (23 page)

I can’t help but chuckle. “Mmm, he wants me to . . .”

“To?” she whimpers when I run my tongue down the front of her throat. “To?”

“He wants me to . . .” I drag my mouth back up and hover over her lips, “ . . . to find your hairbrush.” Before she can hit me, I slam my mouth on hers and kiss her. She slaps at me but it’s weak as she kisses me back, her little whimpers making my dick hard and my headache dive towards the impending migraine.

Feeling me wince beneath her, she pulls back and cups my face. “Go home, take some meds, and sleep.”

“Sounds good.”

“Are you okay getting home? I can drive you first if you want?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I’ll be fine after a couple of Tylenol and a quick nap.”

She reaches over again and tenderly kisses my cheek. “I’ll get a cab home. Come over about eight o’clock and I’ll cook. Just pasta, or something that I can’t set fire to.”

I chuckle and nod, quickly returning her kiss before she climbs out and shuts the door. I watch the sway of her delicious ass until she disappears into the building. Then I go home and fall into bed.

S
HE DOESN’T SEE ME. SHE’S
standing at the sink, rinsing some dishes with her Beats over her ears, and I growl under my breath the more her tight little ass swings to some music I can’t hear.

Spinning round, she squeals and drops a mug. It doesn’t break, just skittles across the floor and comes to rest by my feet.

“Jesus H Christ!” she exclaims. “You scared the crap out of me!”

She lifts a brow when I take a step towards her but remain silent. She’s wearing a tight strappy top, the hemming embroidered with small, delicate flowers. It makes me want to laugh out loud. The whore should have toxic waste symbols weaving across instead of pale blue flowers.

She can feel my need as it pours from me and starts to overwhelm her. Her tongue pokes out and runs across her lips. She’s hungry too.

She gasps when I grab her hair, fling her around and press her face into the wooden kitchen table. Her ass thrusts out of her short denim skirt when the position raises it, exposing the skimpiest thong I’ve ever seen. She has the most perfect ass. Well apart from Nina’s. My dick hardens with the thoughts of that cute little cunt which had been mine for four whole hours.

Looking back down at my regular fuck, I slip my knife out of the waistband of my jeans. Her eyes widen as she looks over her shoulder at me.

“What are you . . . ?”

I grin.

“Noah?”

Her breathing has accelerated, her mouth dry as she recoats her lips. When she tries to stand I force her back down with the palm of my hand on the nape of her neck, then slip my knife under her top and slowly glide it up. The sharp blade slices through the material easily until the two halves of fabric part in the middle and fall each side of her. She is sans bra. My lip curls at the sight of her; her chest bare and a thong that’s so tiny it doesn’t cover anything.

“You’re such a slut.”

My words hit where I knew they would and her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps.

My knife snips the two strings of her ‘underwear’ and the minute scrap of material falls to the floor around her feet. Her cunt is full and pink, the flesh soaked as she waits eagerly for my cock.

Leaning over her back, I slide my hand around the front of her neck and restrict her airway slightly. “Ask.”

Her teeth run along her bottom lip and her pupils dilate. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please give it me!”

Standing back up, I run my hands along her shoulders then down the center of her back, every ridge of her spine providing a course for my fingertips to follow. The deep press of my fingers leaves red streaks in a path down her pale skin.

She cries out when I thrust my cock inside her, right to the tip. Her back arches and the bitch practically sings my name in reverence.

I pull back out then slam back in—hard, hard enough that she cries out in pain when her ribs crush against the edge of the table. And again. And again. I know she’s going to display bruises on her stomach for a while and my lips tilt at the thought.

“Fuck! Yes!” she shouts as I pummel her, my balls slapping against the top of her thighs as my fingers dig deep into her hips. She’s always had a tight cunt, which surprises me being the whore that she is.

My eyes catch the knife that’s resting on the table beside her and I pick it up, my hips still giving her a pasting. She shivers when she feels the steel of the blade on her skin, the tip trickling down her spine and producing a line of pure, red decoration. Tilting my head, I gaze at the trail and draw another one down the side of the first, another streak of crimson partnering its mirror image.

She squirms beneath me and lifts her head. “No.”

“No?”

She looks scared when I dig the blade in deeper, her skin parting so beautifully that I only glance at her face for a fraction of a second, yet in that moment I can see her fear. But what she doesn’t understand is that it only feeds me. It gives me more pleasure than her sanction ever could.

“NO?” I growl as I twist her hair in my fingers and hold her head rigid. “Never tell me no. Never!”

“Noah, please. You’re hurting me.”

Her whining is annoying me so I slip my fingers around her throat and tighten it until she can’t get her vocal chords to work anymore. She’s struggling underneath me, her body writhing the more I create a masterpiece on the blank canvas of her back.

My balls are screaming for release and it’s only when she manages to scream around the compression of my fingers that I roar out my orgasm inside her, floods of my uniqueness filling her up until it trickles back down my balls and her tight thighs.

“What the fuck!” she pants, slapping at me when I draw out of her and refasten my fly. Her slaps are girly and weak. However, she stills when I grab the loose skin at the base of her throat and twist. Her face instantly turns white and her eyes begin to bulge.

“Now, now.” I sigh in boredom. “Don’t touch me again. You know the rules.”

She splutters and her fingers come up to her throat instinctively when I let go. Her eyes brim with tears, a few drops too heavy to be contained as they spill down her red cheeks.

“I need to use your laptop. Go get it for me.”

Her hurried pace feeds my ego. She’s scared and finally realizing who she lets fuck her.

A while later, I smile and gently kiss her cheek. “Time’s up. See you soon.”

Then I leave, chuckling as I hear her sob of horror before I quietly close the door behind me, thinking about the email I sent Devon.

So it would appear cats really do have 9 lives

Shame Lady of the Lake didn’t have.

Blood is so beautiful against snow white flesh

If you go down to the woods today you’re sure to have a surprise.

“W
HAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?”
Luke asks Gerry, walking through from his office.

“That old lady, Miller, keeps calling about her cat whose been missing. She wants you to go out there.” His eyebrows raise and he gives me a one sided smile.

“Don’t you smirk at me, Sheriff Logan,” I chastise in jest.

“What is it with women phoning the sheriff for missing cats?”

“Our pussies mean a lot to us.”

Gerry’s mouthful of coffee spurts out all over his desk and he begins choking. My eyes revert back to Luke, who’s shaking his head with a huge toothy grin spread across his face.

“And I take it very seriously, Miss Drake, because they mean a lot to me too, so I’m going to drive out there right now.”

I think back over what I said and my eyes expand and my cheeks warm. “Oh, grow up, you two,” I admonish, and we all break into a chorus of laughter. Luke disappears out the front door as Brady walks through it and I make myself busy with printing and filing the call reports.

I look up from my desk when two unfamiliar men in suits walk through the doors. Giving them a smile, I gesture with a finger that I’ll be with them shortly. The tallest one returns my smile and nods.

“I’ll get someone straight over, Mr. Hardy.”

“Oh, you’re such a sweet thing,” Mr. Hardy says before he ends his call.

I turn to Brady and lift up the slip of paper. “Looks like Ted’s cows escaped again. They have deposited . . .
a present
in Mr. Hardy’s front yard.”

Brady blows out a frustrated breath as he snatches up his jacket from the back of his chair. “I swear if that man doesn’t fix that damn fence soon I’m gonna have his ass in for it.”

I hide my smile when he huffs and storms out, then look over at the two gentlemen. “Can I help you?”

The tall one pulls out a badge from his inside pocket. “Frank Poleski, Custer County Sheriff.”

“Idaho?” I question, wondering what the hell two cops from there would want here in this small dead-end town. The way they stand shows how important they feel they are, and I blink at Gerry when he strolls over from his desk.

“Sergeant Gerry Everett. How can I help?”

“The Sheriff in?” The short one, Brendon Aisling, according to his badge, asks.

Gerry shakes his head. “He’s out of town for the day.” Frank nods then takes out a piece of paper from his inside pocket, and unfolds it. “We have two Mispers. Sarah Reynolds and boyfriend, Sean Keller. Came out here fifteen days ago on vacation. Never returned.”

“Uh-huh,” Gerry mumbles, taking the photo from him. Studying it, he shakes his head again. “Not come up here.” He looks to me. “Nina can you run a check on those names please.”

“They won’t be in the system,” Brendon cuts in, his gruff voice making me uneasy. “We already checked.”

Gerry quirks a brow at him. “Well, no harm done if we check again, is there?”

Before they start drawing out dicks to see whose is bigger, I log in and enter the missing couple’s details. “Nothing on file,” I tell them all.

Frank nods. “Well, if you can put out an alert to all your officers.”

Gerry snorts, knowing there’s only the three of them, but nods. “Of course. But you know, you could have just faxed the spec over.”

“Wanted to take a look around,” Frank mutters as his eyes scope out our small department. His lip curls slightly as if he is disgusted with what he’s seeing, and I can’t help but feel a bit offended, even if I have only worked here a short time. “Anyway.” He thrusts a few flyers at me with the couple’s photos and details on. “If you can be a doll and circulate these.”