Taboo Unchained(78)

“Say … what?” Robbie asks, her voice faraway and dreamy. Just knowing that she's enjoying it makes it all worthwhile. A thrill crawls through me that has nothing to do with monsters or demons or darkness. If I can hear her say it, just once, just fucking once, then I can really be that person. Luke. For one last moment, I can remember what it felt like to feel.

I suppose Robbie gets what I'm trying to say, somehow reads my intentions in the silence.

“Luke,” she says simply, perfectly. “Luke.”

I grab Robbie under the ass, tugging her pelvis against me. The head of my cock finds her warmth, spreading her open and sliding in slow and deep.

“Luke.” More of a drawl this time, like I'm drawing the sound from her throat.

“Say it again,” I growl, sliding my hands up Robbie's sides, over her perky breasts, trailing my fingers down her belly. “Robbie.”

“Luke!” she chirps, grabbing my arms, squeezing my wrists with her fingers at the same time she squeezes my cock with her tight pussy. It's so fucking hot and perfect, and I get this terrible thrill knowing I'm the only man she's ever had sex with. That's a rarity worth savoring. “Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke.” Robbie gasps and grabs at me, trying to push me back, to still my thrusts by putting her palms against my chest. “Luke, I feel strange. It feels weird. It's weird. Oh God, it's weird.” I don't stop or even slow down and most importantly, I don't speed up. It's all about keeping a steady rhythm.

“Relax into me, Robbie. Let go. Just let it all fucking go.”

When she comes, the sound of her gasping cry is like the finest music to my ears. It's so beautiful, so perfect, that I don't finish inside of her. I can't. All I can do is roll over and take her into my arms, hold Robbie's shuddering body, and brush the hair back from her forehead.

“Luke,” she whispers, just once more. One last, little perfect sound before she falls asleep in my arms.





“Get up.”

The voice that wakes me from my little dream world belongs to Audra Holiday. The very fact that she's standing in my house without a key is disturbing, but her tone books no nonsense. Carefully, oh so carefully, I extract myself from Robbie's arms and sit up, snatching a towel on my way out of the bathroom.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” I growl as I close the door behind me. Audra is standing near the window, arms crossed over her tight, black mini-dress, fingers peeling the curtains apart.

“Lucas, you done gone and fucked up big this time.”

“Pardon your fucking French,” I tell her, trying to ignore the way the porch light illuminates the ruby red of her hair. On my way into the kitchen, I pause.

Porch lights.

Nighttime.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Fucked up. How.” I don't make it a question.

“Lucas, the police are outside. They stopped me on my way in. Apparently, Robbie's father has surveillance footage?”

“My God.” I hit myself in the forehead with the butt of my hand, trying my fucking damnedest not to freak out. All those warm fuzzy feelings Robbie stirred up inside of me are wrenched away, leaving a gaping hole that the demons are all too happy to take up residence in. The stress of Mrs. Braxton and Mark, and then this whole fiasco? It's too Goddamn much. My peaceful, quiet solitary little life could very well be gone forever. There are only two ways that can happen: my way or the monster's way. I have to take control of the situation.

“So why haven't they busted down the door yet, hmm?” I'm trying to convince myself of what I already know. This is not going to end well.

“Waiting for a search warrant, I guess. They've been knocking on the door, but you didn't answer. I figured something like this,” Audra gestures absently at the bathroom, “might be happening. I let myself in with the key I stole on my way out.”

“You are wicked.”

Audra smiles tight.

“You're off your game.” Audra holds up her hands before I can protest. “I mean, I know I don't know you all that well, but nobody as sharp as you fucks up this bad.”

I rake my fingers through my hair. A quick fix, that's what I need.

“How much time do I have?” Audra shrugs and shakes out her hair. My eyes catch on the flickering waves of red.

“I don't know, minutes?” Her green eyes sparkle as I open the door to the bathroom. Small, thin shafts of light break across Robbie's nude body. Audra immediately sidles up and glances over my shoulder. “She's a cutie, Luke, but come on, jail bait?”

“She isn't jail bait,” I growl, bending down and touching my fingers almost reverently to Robbie's foot. “She's eighteen.”

“Oh ho! You really like to walk the line, don't you, partner?”