Page 140 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

THEO

Through the windows, I’d watched Mallory and Bridget disappear into the depths of the huge house, Scout eagerly following.

To talk, I was sure. Women talked a fucking lot.

While I stood outside with Mav and Silas staring at a hot grill, I was missing out on time with Mallory.

As soon as I saw Bridget back in the kitchen pulling a bowl of potato salad from the fridge, I ditched my brothers, who were arguing over the differences between hickory, oak, and apple wood chips for smoking, and went inside.

I didn’t cook, nor give a shit about the complex nuances of grilling meat.

I gave a shit about tracking down my woman.

Yeah, she was my woman.

Because when the police rang the doorbell Thursday night at Lindy’s house, when she was on my lap and getting her pleasure from my dick, hands and mouth, I’d gone possessive.

No one saw Mallory like I did. Her flared skirt had covered her lower half–and our laps, and her ass, and the fact that my dick was deep inside her. But one tit, glistening, the nipple red and hard from me sucking on it, had been out since I tugged down the cup of her bra.

That alone, just that one perfect bouncing tit exposed, was enough for me to go fucking caveman.

I’d flipped her beneath me–I didn’t give a shit if a police officer saw my bare ass–and got her completely covered.

Only then did we answer the door. Of course Mallory knew the guy. Hunter. Named after the town. Or the town was named after his family and his family named him after both. Whatever.

The guy knew it was cool Mallory was in the house and exactly what was up, only smirked and asked if either of us were being murdered. When I gave him a dark look, he smirked some more and told us to quiet down. Then left.

If answering complaint calls about overly loud sex was all the police department had, then this was one boring-ass town. That made it perfect.

Needless to say, it had been a surprise and now I wanted to check and make sure Mallory was okay. By giving her a good, fast fuck. Getting her to a quick–and quiet–orgasm would make me…no, her, feel better.

I found her coming out of one of the ground floor bathrooms. I didn’t give her a chance to say a word, just walked her backward right back in there and closed the door behind us, careful not to catch Scout’s nose since he was curious and eager to hang with us.

I heard a little disgruntled woof, then his toenails on the wood as he walked away.

“Theo,” she whispered, eyes wide at the way I pretty much cavemanned her into the bathroom. I just didn’t grab her hair while doing so.

Now she kept her voice down, although it made me hard as fuck remembering why she was so loud the day before. Me.

“Wanted to make sure you’re okay,” I said, stroking her hair, which was down. And silky soft. “After Thursday and all. Didn’t get a chance last night.”

I’d texted for our usual six o’clock fuck, but she said she was working at her brother’s bar, that she was helping him out by filling in. So it’d been almost two days since I got my hands on her. Two long fucking days.

She flushed, clearly just as embarrassed as she’d been the other night. I hadn’t been embarrassed. I’d been fucking proud. And I probably owed that guy Hunter a beer.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Good. Turn around and bend over the sink.”

Her mouth fell open. “What? Here? Now?”

“Here. Now. I didn’t get you off yesterday, unless you did it yourself with that dildo of yours. I’m sure you know that will never satisfy you like my dick can.”

She gasped as I grinned. “How did you know–”

“I didn’t, but you just gave yourself away.”

“Mav and Bridget are out there! God, Silas, too.”

“Don’t worry, they don’t know about us.”

A look I’d never seen before crossed her face, then was gone. Sadness? No, disappointment? No, discontent? Worry? Who the hell knew? Not me. I pushed on.

“Besides, this is going to be quick, but you’re going to have to be quiet. Very, very quiet.”

She bit her lip, considered, then turned around.

Fuck, this woman.

My dick was so hard for her. Had been all day.

She set her hands on the edge of the fancy-ass sink, wiggled her hips and stuck her ass out. I glanced at her in the mirror as I tugged down her yoga pants and panties.

I had my dick out and condom covered in seconds, but I didn’t immediately push in.

“You wet?

She squirmed as I cupped her from behind. Soaked. Then began to fuck her with two fingers. I watched her in the mirror. Gorgeous. Flushed. Aroused. Fucking mine.