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Yeah, that car is going to know damn well what we’re up to.
She’s bouncing on my face as the orgasm washes over her, and I’m too involved in lapping at her pussy to care about anything else. As she slowly comes down from her high, her movements a little less frantic, I hear something new.
An engine turning off. A door. Sounds like the driver decided to stop.
I open my eyes when she shifts, knowing she’s probably trying to sit up and see. I don’t change my grip on her skirt or cover her up, but I do slide my tongue free from her pussy for a moment and turn to see what’s happening.
I don’t recognize the car, but I do recognize the man. Sterling really is the spitting image of his father right now.
And like his father, his eyes devour Jo like she’s there for his viewing pleasure. I’m not helping since I haven’t covered her up yet, my gaze locked on him. I can see the fury and jealousy burning in his eyes as he takes a few steps closer and pauses, hesitating.
His eyes skate between us.
Curiously, I drop Jo’s skirt so she’s covered up again. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind looking at her bare pussy, but I’m positive he was staring at the scars. Jo’s confidence would wither and die if she realized that. I let the material fall back over her legs, her body shifting around as I watch him.
I never had a thing for Sterling like I did Alastair when I was experimenting in my youth. He was annoying, and a failure as a journalist but maybe he’s doing better as an agent. Without breaking my gaze I lift my hand, sucking on one of the digits that was just inside my wife.
The stern look on his face shatters, and his cheeks turn pink. Sterling’s poker face isn’t that good after all.
My cheeks are still wet and I can feel her juices cooling against my skin. Jo shifts around and grabs my shoulder so I don’t move, waiting to see what Sterling has to say.
I wait for judgment, critiques, hell - an arrest. This is public indecency right?
Instead, he awkwardly clears his throat and pivots on his heel. Without a word he storms back to his car and slides into the driver's side again.
Glancing up at Jo, she looks as perplexed as I feel. Her chest is still rising and falling a little faster than normal, but she doesn’t look worried or ashamed so I feel a bit better about baring her on the road. She usually likes that kind of thing, but this isn’t the club. We might have to be a little more careful out here than we are in Colorado.
Sterling starts his car and throws it in reverse. We watch as he backs up then speeds past us, tearing off down the dirt road in a cloud of dust.
Jo waves a hand in front of her face as I stand, the dirt flying everywhere. She glances up when I speak, and I turn to watch his vehicle disappear down the long road. “Well, I guess Sterling is still a bit of a tightass after all.”
I nod, catching the hand she’s batting around to kiss the back of it. She offers me a real smile, making the piercings in her cheeks lift when she grins. “Just like his dad, right, darling?”
Chapter 4
Hands grip my shirt, forcing me awake, and the panic sets in. The edges of my dream cling to me, and it’s hard to distinguish the nightmare from reality for a moment. Her voice lingers as the nightmare is torn away, but I still hear her words ringing out as I awaken.
You’re such a good boy for me. It will be our little secret…
The hands holding me by the shirt are too big to be a woman’s, and Porscha never did seem all that intimidating on the surface. She had other ways to get what she wanted, and she used what she had to her advantage and my displeasure.
I react on instinct, grabbing the hands that grip my shirt by the wrist and throwing my weight into the attacker. It’s always better to be on top, and I roll off the bed and land on the person trying to hold me.
As the story goes, I killed fifteen, almost sixteen, women. I will willingly kill someone else to preserve my own life.
“Woah!” a voice yells behind us, but I’m not paying attention to that. I’m focused on the person beneath me, the one with hypnotic dark eyes that suffocate me with their intensity. Neither of us are choking each other but it still feels like I can’t breathe as I register who this is.
My voice is raspy when I speak, surprised he’s in my room. “Sterling.”
“Get the fuck off me, Alastair.”
For a moment I’m distracted by our position. Usually no one wants to enter my room when I’m unaware because of this, and I’m usually rudely awoken before someone gets too close because only the foolish trust me. I’m straddling the agent, and he’s rigid beneath me as he glares up at me.
Some of his hair is tousled, ruining the impeccably put-together look he carries whenever I’ve seen him at the penitentiary. But image is everything, and he never has a speck out of line when he arrives here. Now, there’s some life in his dark orbs, and even the vein throbbing in his forehead as we study each other can’t distract me from the attractive lines of his face.
I’ve seen Sterling here before. He’s fully capable of taking someone down who’s a threat, but he’s laying there instead of putting up a fight, just watching me. He’s letting me remain in control. It’s different from what I expect and it makes me pause for just a few seconds too long.
“He wants something.”