"Yeah. Have you seen anyone since we fixed all the locks?"
She nodded. "Last week a guy was watching me from across the street. I'm pretty sure he was the same one from before based on his height and build, but I couldn't make out his face or any other identifying features. I called the cops and they patrolled the neighborhood for a while. I haven't seen him since, and I haven't had the vibe he's watching me."
"You didn't tell me about the second incidence. Why didn't you call me?"
"We weren't talking."
"Fuck, Hailey. That shit doesn't matter when something like that happens."
"I know. Anyway, it's over and done, and we're good, so all is fine."
"Except for your fuckin' garage. You're gonna have to call me when you come and go. I'll make sure you're safe. I just don't have a good vibe about all this."
"Each time? You've got to be kidding. I'm in and out a lot."
"Just call me when you're on your way home or leaving in the morning. If I can't make it, one of the prospects or brothers will be there. It's just temporary until they catch the fucker."
"Okay. I'll admit, I'll feel safer."
"And if you stay late at the shop, call me. I don't want you walking alone on the street either."
"Isn't this going to get old for you?"
He smiled. "Nah. Most of this is moot anyway because I'm planning on spending a lot of nights with you. Like tonight."
She giggled. "Oh really."
Slipping his hands under her ass, he cupped her cheeks and pressed her close. "Yeah. Really." Then they lost themselves in a heated kiss.
When they arrived at the Victorian, Hailey bounced up the steps while Goldie walked behind her, loving the way her cute ass wiggled. Inside the house, he yanked her to him and kissed her passionately as his fingers pushed up the hem of her top. He'd been craving her nipple inside his mouth since she'd sent him the picture. Tugging her top over her head, he grabbed her bra straps and shoved them down past her arms. Her breasts tumbled out, and her delicate pink nipples, hardening nicely, beckoned him. He cupped her tits and squeezed them while he took one perfect bud into his mouth and sucked, licked, and bit at it. When he tweaked her other nipple with his fingers, she cried out and placed her arms behind her, arching her back and pushing her tits further into his face.
He sucked the delicate flesh of her breasts hard, knowing she'd have a trail of love bites all over her skin in the morning. He wanted to mark her, to have her think of him each time she saw the red marks decorating her tits. Then he felt her palming his painful bulge and he reached down and unzipped his jeans, his dick springing free. With her hands on his chest, she pushed back and looked down, a devilish smile dancing on her lips.
Hailey dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt, then pulled his pants down past his knees, his gray boxers going with them. When she looked up at him with lowered eyelids and slightly parted lips, he thought he was going to lose it. Digging her fingers into the soft flesh of his inner thighs, she pushed his legs and he immediately spread them for her. She licked his inner thighs slowly, never quite touching his balls or his straining cock. Her fingers tickled his lower abdomen, behind his knees, and even his ass, but she kept them away from where he wanted them the most.
Goldie grabbed her hair, but she shooed his hand away and kept licking and touching him until he thought he'd have to hold her head tight and fuck her face hard. At that moment, she grabbed the base of his cock and licked up and down his shaft, rolling her tongue around all sides. Her heated gaze held his and he leaned back against the wall, enjoying the burst of sensations rushing through him as she worked his dick.
She gently kissed and licked the tip before she slowly drew it into her mouth, then a little more, until she had his whole cock inside her mouth, her lips tight around it as she swirled her tongue.
"Fuck yeah. That feels so good," he rasped as they continue to hold each other's gaze.
As she went up and down on his hardness, wet and sloppy, she gently cupped and caressed his balls. The small whimpers, moans, and "mmmmms" drove him wild. He watched as his cock disappeared between her lips over and over again.
"Don't stop," he said unevenly.
His breathing was rapid and ragged, and he was ready to explode. His balls tightened. The tension built until it broke, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her to him to meet his final thrust. Then a surge pushed through him and he exploded in her mouth, grinding against her.
"Fuck!" he yelled as he threw his head back, his hand fisted in her hair. He stayed like that for a while, then slowly pulled out of her.
She wiped her shiny chin and grinned at him. All at once, he kicked his pants off and shoved her onto the floor, tearing off her skirt and panties. Throwing one leg over his shoulder, he bent over and made a trail of love marks from the tops of her tits down to her belly. Scooting down, he dipped his tongue between her puffy folds, loving how wet she was.
"I love tasting you," he said between licks.
"It feels so good. So damn good," she murmured.
After several minutes of licking, soft nipping, and light sucking, he dropped her leg and slid up to kiss her. When he dipped his tongue into her mouth, he tasted the brine of his cum and the sweetness of her juices as they mingled together, making an intoxicating elixir of raw desire.
"Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?" he said as he plunged two fingers into her wetness.
"Oh … ," she moaned against his lips.
Then he kissed her as he fingerfucked her and rubbed his thumb against the side of her engorged button. Each whimper she muttered, he swallowed, each moan filling his mouth until he felt her warm walls clamping around his fingers. He held her tight as she deafened his ear, her body quivering and shaking as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
"Goldie! It's so good," she chanted over and over as more quivers rocked her. And all the while he held her, loving the sight of her climax so completely.
They lay on the floor of the foyer for a long time, their sweat-drenched bodies soon dried and cold from the AC blowing over them. Hailey stirred, then tilted her head back and kissed his chin. "That was amazing. I've never experienced sex like this before. Were you this good in high school?"
He laughed and squeezed her close. "You bring out my primal desires." He kissed her forehead, then pushed up. "Let's get off this hard floor." She giggled as he pulled her up.
"Do you want to spend the night?" she asked.
He detected apprehension in her voice. "I'd planned to. I'm fuckin' starved. Do you want to order a pizza?"
"Okay. I could eat a slice or two."
Thirty minutes later, they were snuggled on the couch, chomping on pizza and watching TV. If he were at the club, he'd be downing shots, watching his brothers fuck, and getting hit on by scantily clad women. I'll take a night of pizza and Hailey next to me any day.
And that surprised the hell out of him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Detective Jack Barnard perused the crime scene photos for the umpteenth time, trying to pick up something he may have missed. His chief had loaned him out to help Sheriff Wexler and his department to find and stop the serial rapist who'd just been elevated to a murderer.
"Pick up any new clues?" Wexler said as he placed a cup of coffee on Barnard's desk, then slumped in the chair in front of it.
Shaking his head, he picked up the coffee and took a sip. "Something happened that night that made the perp change his MO."
"Maybe she recognized him," Wexler said.
"I agree. Killing her became necessary to avoid being caught, but now that he's done it, he has a taste for it. I'll bet he experienced the ultimate high. From what the previous victims told us, this bastard gets off on control, but more importantly, the terror he inflicts. Knowing you're about to die is the ultimate fear, and he's not going to stop."
"Shit. Now we got a rapist and murderer? Where the fuck did this one come from? We've never had something like this in our county."
"He could be a newcomer, or perpetrated his crimes elsewhere. He's meticulous in making sure he doesn't leave any evidence, but he fucked up this time. Two types of blood were found on the carpet. My guess is he cut himself while killing the victim."
"Did DNA come back?"
"Not yet. They're backlogged, but once we get it, we'll put it in the national database and hope we get a hit. There's a connection to Cherry Vale. Two out of six of his victims came from there. Aren't there a string of suspicious patient deaths from there?"
Wexler nodded. "Three of the patients had above normal doses of a heart medicine in their system, and one of them had an abnormally high level of insulin. But these people were old, and there were no signs of sexual molestation. Besides, this rapist is all over the place with the women he goes after. Some are in their forties and fifties, some young and blonde, some brunette. There doesn't seem to be a pattern."