Monster (22 page)

“To transfer all
these files in these notebooks and get them online. Someone will come
across them eventually. I don't want to die without sharing the dirt
I have on him.”

Fuck.

So much for that hope.

And with there being a
strong likelihood of the both of us dying in just under twenty-four
hours, I couldn't really deny her the one thing she wanted to do with
her time left.

“Let's get moving
then,” I allowed, going to take the duffel bag from her.

“Don't worry. The
Chinese somehow tastes better when it's reheated,” she said,
grabbing something under her bed and shoving it into the box of
notebooks. She laid her laptop across the top and we made our way
back to my truck.

When we got back to my
place, I reheated the food. And it was bad. But she was right, I'd
had worse. Alex took her laptop into the living room, picking at her
plate of food and she manically typed into her keypad, adding pages
and pages of information onto the forum on the dark net.

I ate despite a loss of
appetite as I sat watching her work. Under other circumstances, I
would find her single-minded focus and determination sexy as hell.
But right then, watching her type up what was, in her own twisted
fuckin' way, her own suicide note... yeah... that shit wasn't hot at
all.

And that was what she
did all day. Not taking a break to reheat her food when dinnertime
rolled around, just eating it cold as she kept flipping through the
pages of her notebook.

“Alex,” I
said later, the world dark outside the windows.

“Almost done,”
she said, not looking over. “A lot of this stuff was filler.
Just another page or two.”

So I sat and waited.

Twenty minutes (and ten
pages) later, she sighed, flexing her fingers then rubbing her eyes
before turning to me.

“Okay. All done,”
she said, giving me a bleary-eyed smile.

“Feel better?”
I asked.

“Yeah. I don't
know why I was sitting on that information for so long. It should
have been out there floating around for other people to find.”

“Come over here,”
I said, surprised at the softness in my tone.

Her brows drew together
but she scooted across the cushions, planting her ass beside me,
pulling her knees up toward her chest. I threw an arm around her,
hauling her closer, tight to my side, her knees pressed up into my
stomach.

“I ain't gonna
feed you no platitudes. You're too smart to believe them anyway. You
know as much as I do how bad this is. We both know there's a good
chance that neither of us will get out of this alive tomorrow. And
that fuckin' sucks because I just met you. And what I've seen so far?
I like it. And I wanted to get to see more. But that ain't in the
cards and there's no use whining over it. But I will say this, Alex
Miller,” I said, ducking my chin so I could look at her, making
her see I was serious, “It's a fuckin' shame. 'Cause I woulda
liked to break down those walls. Seeing you singing today? I liked
what I saw when I peeked behind them. I wanted to drag you out and
show you what life is like outside that fortress you live in.”

“Breaker...”

“Shh, doll. Fact
of the matter is, we don't have time for you to let me in like that.
But what we do have time for? Me being inside you in a different way.
So, from about two minutes from now until ten in the morning, I plan
on fucking you in every position, in every hole, until you can't
fuckin' take it anymore. Sound like a plan?”

“Hmm,” she
mused, pursing her lips like she was mulling it over. “I could
think of worse ways to spend my time.”

At this, I felt myself
chuckling, giving her a smile. “You gonna stop bustin' my balls
so I can fuck you into tomorrow or what?”

“I think I can
manage that.”

“Good. Now stand
up,” I said, letting my arm drop from around her. Her eyebrow
rose, but she got onto her feet.

“Okay. I'm up,”
she said, crossing her hands over her chest.

“Strip.”

Her mouth parted, her
eyes going a little wide. “What?”

“Strip.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. I could put
on some music,” I teased, reaching for the remote.

To this, she rolled her
eyes and made short work of whipping her shirt off and going toward
the button on her jeans, giving me a view of the black lace bra she
had on. Maybe if we lived, I would rethink my stance on those
particular garments.

“Not even gonna
try to tease me?”

“You want a
striptease, go to a strip club,” she shot back, pushing her
pants down her legs.

Call me crazy, but I'd
take a surly fuckin' Alex Miller none-too ceremoniously taking off
her clothes while shooting daggers at me over some chick doing it
slow and sensual grinding around to music any god damn day.

I fought a smile as she
reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. “You better make
this good,” she warned, letting the bra fall off her arms and
hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“Have I let you
down yet?” I shot back, sitting up, elbows to knees, making me
almost level with the juncture of her thighs.

I glanced up to see her
cheeks heating as she realized what was about to happen just a second
before I grabbed her calf, picking it up and arching her leg wide,
placing her foot down on the cushion beside me. One of my hands went
to her lower back, pressing her forward as I ducked my head and
licked her already dripping pussy.

She made a gasping
whimper sound, her hand moving to the top of my head, holding me
against her as her hips rocked against my mouth.

I wasn't lyin' when I
told her she had a sweet fuckin' pussy. She did. I ran my tongue up
to her clit, feeling her body shiver as her honeyed taste coated my
tongue. I could eat her all night, hearing her breath getting more
and more uneven, her moans getting more and more husky. Fuck if it
didn't send a white-hot rush of desire to my cock.

“Breaker...”
she gasped, her fingers digging into my head and I knew she was
close. The first time she was always easy. Like all the years of
pent-up sexual frustration kept her constantly half-way to orgasm.

I sucked in my breath,
making a wash of cool air hit her clit, then released it, replacing
it with the warm. Her body jolted and I sucked hard, her thighs
clenching as she groaned through her orgasm.

She was still riding
the waves when I got up, grabbing her and pushing her onto the couch
on her knees, her hands clutching the back cushions and her knees
teetering on the edge of the bottom ones. I spread her thighs and
plunged my fingers inside her still spasming pussy.

“Fuck,” she
ground out, her fingers curling into the couch as I thrust fast and
hard, widening her, getting her ready. With my free hand, I found my
wallet, pulling out a condom and tossing the leather carelessly to
the ground. She was panting, thrusting backward against my fingers
when I pulled them out to slip the condom on. “No,” she
objected, reaching behind her to try to grab my hand back.

“Put your fingers
in your pussy for me,” I said, working the condom on as I
watched her hand slip between her legs and thrust two fingers inside
her. Her head fell to her chest on a groan and I felt a slice of
desire so strong my legs felt weak. “Fuckin' hot, baby,”
I said, my hands going to her ass. “You want my cock?”

Her fingers slid out
quickly. “Yes,” she demanded, arching her ass up toward
me and I thrust in with a smile.

I fucked her how I
liked it, how she was learning she liked it- hard, fast, rough enough
to leave some marks to remember it by in the morning. She came hard
around me twice before I slid out, pushing my cock back and up a bit.

“I want to fuck
your ass,” I told her, my voice a gravel sound. At her
hesitation, I leaned forward, resting my chest up her back and
wrapping my arms around to tease her tits. “Anyone ever been in
there before?”

I already knew the
answer, but she told me anyway in a small whisper. “No.”

“You scared of me
doin' it?”

“Yes,” she
said honestly.

“Think it's gonna
hurt?” To this, I got a small nod as I rolled her nipples
between my fingers, her head turning so her face was to my neck.
“Might a little at first, but I'll make it good. You gonna let
me try?”

Her lips pressed into
my neck and I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of her
small show of affection. “Okay.”

“You don't like
it, you tell me, we stop. Got it?”

“Got it,”
she agreed, moving away from me.

My hands slid down her
sides, and she squirmed when they skirted her ribs, making me smile.
She was ticklish. I fought the urge to play to that weakness as my
hand slid down to my cock, guiding it up toward her ass and pressing
against it until she stopped flinching away and pushed back. I slid
in slowly, gritting my teeth against the urge to thrust hard and fast
until I came, making myself take it slow and soft for her.

She flinched, I held
still until she adjusted. Then pushed further in. Until I was to the
hilt and stayed buried, letting her get over the discomfort and
surprise budding of desire.

It wasn't long until
her hips started turning in small circles, trying to ease the desire
I knew was growing, foreign but strong.

“Feel good,
doll?” I asked, my hands rubbing her ass.

“Ye... yeah,”
she said, doing another hip roll.

I smiled, reaching
around her, pulling her up until her back was to my chest then slowly
thrusting up into her. Her head went onto my shoulder, her eyes
closed tight, her mouth opened enough for groans to slip out. My hand
slid down her belly, moving to her clit and working it in slow
circles as my thrusts became more insistent. One of her arms went up
behind her and wrapped around my neck, the other reached down and
grabbed my wrist as I worked her clit.

“You gonna come?”
I asked, knowing she was close.

“Yeah.”

“Let me hear it,”
I told her, pressing harder into her clit. “I'm gonna feel it,
but I want to hear it.”

She nodded, her nails
digging into my skin as she started moving her hips downward as I
thrust up, trying to get there faster.

“Breaker...”

“Let me hear it,”
I said again, feeling my own orgasm begging for release.

“Oh my...
fuck
!”
she cried, her body convulsing hard through her orgasm. I kept
working at her clit as I thrust faster, burying deep and coming hard
enough for my legs to give up, my knees hitting the edge of the couch
as I held her to my chest.

“Holy shit,”
she said a minute later, her chest jumping as she laughed.

“Funny?” I
asked, slowly moving away from her and slapping her ass.

She moved to lie down
on the couch on her side. “I've been missing out,” she
admitted, giving me a big smile.

I felt myself smiling
back. “Just think of all the ways I coulda fucked you if I met
you earlier.”

“Is it cheesy to
say it was worth the wait?” she asked, watching as I walked
toward the bathroom.

“Yeah,” I
said, washing my hands before I turned to go back out. “But
it's still nice to hear. You alright?” I asked, kneeling down
next to the couch and pushing the hair out of her face. The bruise on
her jaw was still angry looking, yellow and green mixing in with the
purple and blue as it started to heal.

“I don't think
alright
is the right word,” she said, giving me a sleepy
smile.

“No?”

“No. I think
maybe
amazing
or
phenomenal
or
holy fucking hell
might work better.”

I gave her a small
smile, reaching out and slipping my arms under her knees and back,
pulling her to my chest, and walking us toward the bedroom.

“Nuh uh mister,”
she said, nuzzling her head into my neck.

“No what?”

“Don't even think
about fucking me again,” she clarified as I pushed back the
covers on the bed.