Wicked Man (10 page)

the window in the bedroom she shared with Wick, staring up at the

moon. Dinner had been another big affair and the men had settled into

a low-key party since it was Friday night. She had left after helping

Piper clean up, preferring privacy to the raunchiness that she knew

would probably happen. Wick had told her enough stories over the

past few months on how the Forgotten Rebels liked to drink and have

fun.

What she wouldn’t give to be able to stay with him, to have

what Piper had. She’d never been the woe-is-me kind of girl because

she’d made her bed and she knew she had to lie in it. Yet seeing what

could have been, or more specifically what might be, made her ache

in so many different ways.

How many times over the past few years have I looked up at it

and wondered what Wick was doing in that same moment?

Arms slid around her, hugging her. She jumped a little

because she hadn’t heard him come into the room.

“Why don’t you join the party?” he asked softly as he kissed

the shell of her ear.

“I was in more of a contemplative mood,” she replied.

He kissed her neck, and a shiver of excitement zinged down

her spine.

“What were you contemplating?”

He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and bit the skin near

her shoulder. She moaned and arched back into him.

“I … ah … was thinking how great it is to be part of family,”

she said a bit breathlessly. She was fast losing track of the ability to

talk.

He nipped his way around to the back of her neck. His fingers

tangled in her hair and pulled her head to the side so he could kiss and

lick his way up to her earlobe. He took the fleshy part between his

teeth and gently bit.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

He maneuvered her head so he could kiss her, possessing her

lips in a voracious kiss that stole her breath. She completely forgot

what she’d been so melancholy about as desire flooded through her

body.

His fingers trailed down her body to slide under the waist band

of her jeans, the touch a little ticklish. Her stomach muscles rippled in

protest until his fingers brushed across her panties covering her pussy.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmured against her

mouth.

He rubbed over her slit, the cotton-covered finger rubbing

little circles over her sensitive clit. She moaned and her hips jerked

upward, bumping against him. “Oh my god,” she breathed.

“I can feel your heat, baby,” he said as he nipped her bottom

lip. “I want you, Abbott, so damn much.”

He jerked his hand out of her jeans, turned her to face him,

and then fell to his knees in front of her, hurrying to unbuckle and

unzip her jeans. She panted as she watched him, the need inside her

almost burning her alive. Down he yanked her pants and panties,

helping her step out of one leg before throwing that leg over his

shoulder.

“Mine,” he said, in a voice that was more animalistic growl

than human.

Using two fingers, he spread her labia and then proceeded to

fuck her with his tongue. He stuck it in as far as it would reach, and

then thrust it in and out. At the same time, he managed to rub her clit,

causing her to go crazy under him.

“Chadwick!”

****

body arched like it had touched a live wire. Her hands buried in his

hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he loved it. It gave

everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on

fire. He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat. She

bucked against his hand, so responsive it took his breath away. He

had never seen anything more sensual, more desirous, than Abbott in

the throes of bliss. When her body finally relaxed and she sagged

back onto the blanket, he eased up his torment but he didn’t

withdrawal from her body.

He was far from done with her.

Putting his hands under her knees, he pushed back her legs

and scooted up until they hung over his arms. Then he dropped his

head over her wet pussy and began his attack anew. He flicked her clit

in quick, repetitive motions, making her scream in pleasure. Her

cream ran and he lapped it up. He sucked on the little bundle of

nerves and she splintered apart again. She tasted so damn good and he

loved having her come apart in his arms. Damned if he wanted to

stop.

When she collapsed a second time, he finally pulled back and

let go of her legs, wiping his face on the blanket. He was so fucking

hard that it was actually painful to kneel in such a position. He winced

as his pants refused to budge and adjusted his dick.

“I want to fuck you now, Abbott,” he said. His voice had gone

rough with lust surging through his blood.

“Yes,” she moaned.

It was all the affirmation he needed.

He flipped her over and pulled her hips up into his then used

his hips to spread her thighs wide. Her wet, pink pussy waited,

swollen with her orgasms, and all he could envision was filling her up

with his cum. It might be wicked of him to desire such a base,

primitive need, but he knew once he saw his cum oozing out of her,

his claim would be complete. She would be his, and he would hers. A

partnership he’d been missing for too many years.

He smacked her on her ass and liked how his handprint

immediately showed up on her pale skin. Holding her ass cheeks in

his hands, he spread her open and lined up his cock against her pussy.

Unable to go slowly, he thrust forward, absolutely loving how her

greedy little cunt sucked his dick in, clamping tightly down on his

invasion. It was so fucking sexy to see her hole stretched to

accommodate his girth, and he swore he just glimpsed a bit of what

heaven must be like. Holding onto her hips, he plowed into her,

thrusting hard and deep.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasped. “No wonder I came too soon

that first time. Christ, you’ll be squeezing my cum out soon. I’m

going to fill you up, babe.”

“Oh! God, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

Her passionate plea almost had him coming, and it took every

restraint he had not to, not until he felt her splinter apart. He reached

around to find her tits hanging down and pinched her nipple, tugging

it hard and sharp. The small bite of pain sent her over the edge, and

she cried out just as her pussy clamped around his cock. She came,

and he lost it. Ramming himself in as deep as he could go, he emptied

his cum into her pussy. In the back of his mind was the thought that

she could get pregnant, but he didn’t fucking care. The thought of a

son or daughter with Abbott didn’t scare him in the least, but the

thought of ever losing her scared the shit out of him.

When he was drained, he collapsed on her back, panting

heavily. Her arms folded and they flopped upon the bed. His heart

raced in his chest as the euphoria of his climax surged through his

system. He dragged her over his body and held her tightly.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered.

It didn’t escape his notice that she didn’t answer.

****

was instantly awake. He grabbed his phone and looked at the name.

Unlisted.

“Yes?” he answered softly, aware that Abbott was sound

asleep beside him.

“Meet me in town tomorrow,” Jeff Edwards said immediately.

“Behind the library. Noon.”

The call disconnected. Wick looked at the glowing numbers of

the clock. He only had to wait ten more hours.

Jeff Edwards waited for him in the alley behind the small

library the next afternoon, dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and

sunglasses. Even though he didn’t wear his badge, he screamed
cop.

Perhaps it was his body language. There was an air about him that

seemed rough and menacing, and Wick knew that he was immediately

being sized up.

Jeff didn’t hold out his hand. He didn’t acknowledge him at all

expect to hold out a folder. “Am I gonna find his body full of bullet

holes?”

“Maybe.”

Jeff sighed. “Well, you might want to reconsider that.”

Wick took the folder and opened it up. From the shiny gloss of

photo paper, Billy smiled up at him mockingly. Wick had a strong

urge to scratch out his eyes like some type of adolescent preteen.

“How’d he do it?” Wick asked. “How was he able to track her

for years?”

“I hate to say this but William Walker is one amazing hacker,”

Jeff said. “His specialty is targeting ordinary people who have

accumulated their life savings, and then hacking into whatever

banking facility they have and taking it.”

“So that
is
how he’s tracked her. By hacking into her

computer.”

“Who knows the lengths he took to find her,” Jeff said with a

shrug. “Hacking into her computer was probably the easiest way for

him but I’m sure there were other ways. A man who knows his way

around a motherboard has no limits on what he can do. The FBI had

courted him once, to be on their cyber division, but it seems he

preferred the easy criminal life. Instead of being on their side, he’s on

their wanted list.”

“And if he winds up with a bullet in his head?”

“There will be questions asked,” Jeff replied. “This man has

been watched for a decade. He’s small time, but he’s still a person of

great interest to certain parties. I don’t have to remind you that you

don’t want to bring attention to your club.”

Wick closed the folder, handing it back to Jeff. “How the hell

am I supposed to protect her from a cyber-ghost?”

“Find a different way,” Jeff said. “Listen, I may be a homicide

detective but I know there are things our justice system has fucked

up.”

“Thanks for the info,” he said with a nod of appreciation.

“You’re welcome,” Jeff replied. “But
don’t
contact me again.”

Gripping the folder tightly, he marched into his truck, started

it up, and drove away without looking back. Wick’s phone rang and

he dug it out of his pocket. The name Kix flashed on screen and he

answered immediately.

“Yeah?”

“Get back here as soon as you can,” Kix said grimly. “We’ve

got a problem. The building behind the grandstand.”

The call disconnected. A sense of dread filled Wick, as if he’d

seen the axe and was waiting for it to fall. Gunning his bike, he sped

back toward the White Death’s homestead. He didn’t care if he broke

speed laws to get there. Something inside was telling him this had to

do with Abbott, and now knowing the exact type of man they were

dealing with, he half wondered if there was any safe place for her.

When he parked in front of the grandstand he hurried to the

place Kix had told him to go. He didn’t even bother knocking, just

simply entered, and it was like walking into a freezer. The

temperature was so cold he could see his breath, but he supposed that

was needed for a dozen monitors and numerous computer stands

littered throughout the large room. Thick cables extended in all

directions and he had to watch where he stepped. Kix and Slade stood

behind a very skinny man, covered in tats and piercings.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“We’re being hacked,” the skinny kid said grimly. His eyes

were glued to the computer monitor in front of him as his fingers

raced over the keyboards.

“Wick, this is Mac, my tech guy,” Kix said. The introductions

fell to the way side as Mac cursed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mac muttered.

“Who the fuck is it?” Kix demanded.

“Someone good,” Mac replied. “But he doesn’t know this

system like I do. Hold on.”

For the next few minutes Wick watched as the computer

wizard fought an online battle. Pictures flashed over the other

monitors and Wick realized they were camera stills, and it dawned on

him that this had to be Billy. There couldn’t be a coincidence that

he’d taken Abbott to the one place where he thought the prick

couldn’t track her, but he was doing his damnedest to find her

whereabouts.

“It’s Billy Walker,” he murmured. “It’s got to be.”

Kix glared at him. “And you led him to our door?”

“I didn’t know how he was tracking her,” Wick said

defensively. “I thought it was through her computer. But my source

tells me he’s so good the FBI wanted him on their side.”

“Nope, not through her computer,” Mac said. “From my guess

he’s been using security cameras, like he’s trying to use ours. Maybe

even hacking into traffic grids. Hell, bank cameras, store surveillance,

any God-damn thing that uses an Internet feed loop. For someone

who knows what he’s doing, that’s easy stuff.”

“And places like bus terminals have them aplenty,” Wick

surmised.

“Yep.”

“Son-of-a-bitch!”

“That fucker has to die,” Kix said coldly.

“He hasn’t gotten past my own personal firewalls,” Mac said

confidently. “Right about now he’s being rerouted to someplace in

Costa Rica. Oh look, he’s now seeing a traffic jam involving cows. I