I carry her sweet weight to the rug before the fireplace. Wait for her to catch her breath. Then I take her ass.
The living room becomes our dirty little playground long after the horizon tinges grey and orange.
She’s almost comatose when I slide into her pussy once more. Her back to my front, I wrap both arms around her shoulders and waist. Trap her to me. I revel in her shudders as I rock in and out of her slick channel.
Words fill my head, rattle around, gather speed. Before I know it, they’re spilling out.
“I would keep you, Lucky. If I didn’t need to do this. If my life wasn’t a fucked up wasteland, I would keep you. Make you mine forever.”
She trembles at my words. I fuck her some more, absorb her weary little cries. She begins to unravel. Her inner clenches are as potent as her first orgasm, milk me just as firmly.
“I’m coming for you, firecracker. Coming so fucking hard…”
Her breath hitches, like she’s catching back a sob.
As release grips me in its relentless talons, I touch my fingers to the blindfold, over her gorgeous eyes. They come away damp. She’s crying.#p#分页标题#e#
My own eyes sting with the torment of suddenly, for the first time in my life, wanting something I can’t have. Something I’m not worthy of.
And I don’t know what to do with all these fucking feelings.
PART FOUR
ELYSE
35
WALK & TALK
I would keep you.
Make you mine forever.
The words pound through my head. The anguish, the bewilderment lacing in his tone continues to haunt me two days later. I haven’t heard from Q since the early hours of Friday, when I awoke in the penthouse alone. Fionnella tells me he’s tied up with other matters and that until I hear from him, my time is my own. To be honest, I’m grateful for the reprieve. The combination of marathon sex and ragged emotions has left me in a state of shock.
Thursday night was the most intense night of my life. Every single moment was overwhelming. And deeply personal. So much so, I barely noticed the cameras. And when I remembered they existed, I didn’t care. In hindsight I realize what’s happened.
Sex with Q has stopped being a transaction and turned into something else. Something more. I’m falling for him. Probably already have.
The enormity of that revelation has turned me into a half-zombie. I haven’t left the loft. I miss him, want that damned black box to light up. At the same time, I’m scared that he will get in touch. Because on Friday, after I managed to find the energy to walk and leave the apartment, I came home to find three hundred thousand dollars on my dresser. I’m now two hundred thousand shy of my goal. Two more ‘normal’ sessions. Or one intense fuck away from never seeing Q again.
The anguish that knowledge brings terrifies the shit out of me.
To take my mind off my terror, I do something equally terrifying.
I begin to make plans on how to contact Clay once I have the money.
I can’t just show up back at Getty Falls and expect him to forgive and forget. I also need to find a way to make him accept that the million dollars is better than attempting to wrestle Petra’s whereabouts from me.
Handling Clay Getty will be a delicate task. He didn’t rise to his position of power by letting people like me get away with wronging him. And by destroying his prized possession, I’ve placed myself in the prime position of number one enemy.
I pace the loft for a couple of hours before I summon the courage to flip on the wi-fi to connect to the Internet.
A quick search of the Fresno newspapers tells me very little about what’s happening in Getty Falls. I don’t refine my search because I once heard Lolita mention something about a geo-locator on websites that track searches. I have no clue how many people search Getty Falls, but I don’t want to take the risk of shining a spotlight on myself.
What I do is hit Twitter and search for the Getty Falls Sheriff’s Office page. On the main page is a short bio and picture of the sheriff with his shit-eating smile. I scroll down and read through the feed.
Acting Sheriff Daniels responds to a burglar alarm…suspect apprehended.
Two days prior to that…Acting Sheriff Daniels and Officer Pratt respond to reports of a domestic altercation.
I go back as far as I can to when the sheriff was last on duty. I hold my breath when I find what I’m looking for.
Sheriff Clayton Getty on a temporary leave of absence to deal with private matters. Deputy Rick Daniels will act as Sheriff.
Officers attend the funeral of Ridge Mathews. My breath catches and I click on the attached link. …Sheriff Getty confirmed his death was a tragic accident.#p#分页标题#e#