Page 87 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DEX

“When you said I should take some time off and come hang out with you and meet Lindy, this wasn’t the way I expected.”

I stood, feet spread, arms over my chest, as Theo dabbed antibiotic ointment on the thin cuts on Lindy’s arm. I didn’t like seeing anyone else touching my woman, especially my brother.

But his gaze held zero interest, only bewilderment and amusement.

In my panic, I’d called Theo from the car as I raced from the rink to Lindy’s house.

He texted when he got to town, but I’d been in Finland.

We hadn’t caught up since I’d been back and fortunately he was still here hanging with Mav.

He must’ve had more punch cards saved up than I expected.

The conversation had been–looking back–a little ridiculous.

“Lindy might have the plague,” I told him, turning out of the parking lot almost on two wheels.

“Sexual plague or just the flu?”

“What?” I shouted, gunning it through a yellow light. “What the hell is a sexual plague?”

He didn’t answer, but instead said, “So the flu then. I haven’t heard of many cases lately, but I don’t follow Montana’s health department reports.”

“What? No, she doesn’t have the flu. I mean the actual plague.”

“Are you drunk?”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Fuck, Theo. Get to Lindy’s house. I’m driving there now.”

I slammed on my brakes and honked my horn at a car that cut me off.

“Because she might have the plague,” he repeated, as if saying it again would make me realize I meant plaque. But her fucking dentist date could take care of that, not Theo.

“Yes!” I yelled, death gripping the steering wheel. I was losing my mind. “She needs medical help.”

“The plague.”

“How many times are you going to say that?”

“Once more. The plague? It’s not 1350. Why the hell do you think she has the plague?”

“She was attacked by a squirrel.”

“Say that again.”

“A squirrel. They carry the plague, don’t they?”

He paused. “It’s possible. Around here, Yersinia pestis is more likely in prairie dogs.”

Had it been a prairie dog in her closet? Fuck!

“She said it was a squirrel, but maybe she didn’t see it right. Maybe it was a prairie dog in her closet.”

“Her closet.”

“Are you a doctor or a parrot? Get to Lindy’s house. Stat, or whatever you doctors say.”

Mav hovered beside me, watching with less concern and more amusement. Theo had been with him and Bridget and they’d all driven over together. Stat.

Bridget was on the arm of the couch since the coffee table was still turned over the main part of it, wiping her eyes because she’d been laughing so hard.

“I’m fine, Dex,” Lindy said, reaching out and taking my hand in a motherly squeeze.

“You can see the fucker’s little nail marks,” I said, pointing to her forearm and biceps. Four little red lines cut along her skin.

“They’re called scratches,” Theo clarified in his usual deadpan voice. “You watched me clean them with soap and water and this antibiotic ointment will help.”

“Help? Why would it need to help?”

Theo glanced at Lindy. “You sure you want this one? I think he got hit by a slapshot or two in Finland.”

Lindy squeezed my hand again. Sighed. “Now that the exterior’s closed up, I was going to stay here. But I know what I don’t want as a roommate. A squirrel.”

What the fuck? She was going to move out of my little rental? Why? When did she decide this? Why didn’t we talk about it?

“You’re staying with me until it’s found,” I said, putting my proverbial foot down.

I didn’t give a shit about a fucking squirrel, but he was my new best friend for giving her a reason not to come back to her house.

I’d make him a little nest. Track down some acorns and shit.

He could move his furry ass right on in if that kept Lindy out.

And scratch free.

“The front and back doors are open,” Mav said, pointing to the front door. “The little guy will run out on his own.”

“She can’t keep the doors open all night! A bear could walk in. Mountain lion. Raccoon.”

“It’s good you know your Montana wildlife,” Bridget said, amusement lacing her words.

“I’ll stay here,” Theo offered, probably so I didn’t stroke out on him. He screwed the top on the little tube of ointment and glanced at Mav, then Bridget. “I’ll chance a squirrel attack over listening to you two for another night.”

Bridget laughed some more. Mav puffed his chest out but said nothing.

“Good. It’s settled,” I said with a slash of my hand through the air.

Was I being irrational? Yes.

Did I care? No.

“Theo will stay here, ensure the squirrel is gone and no others move in. You’re with me.” I took Lindy’s hand, tugged her to her feet and out the open door, laughter following us.

Five minutes later–I broke just as many traffic laws as I did earlier–I had Lindy in my house, the door closed and her bent over the kitchen table.

“Dex!” she cried as I worked her pants and panties down.

I got my jeans open and dick out, pumped it once, eyeing her perfect, upturned ass.

“I need in you, sugar. I aged ten years when you called.” I kicked her legs apart, then slapped my hand on the table beside her head. This was the position she was in when I spanked her the week before.

“It was a squirrel!” she cried.

I spanked her. “You were bad.”

“Dex, I’m oka–”

I slammed into her. Growled. Fuck, she felt so fucking good. “Mine. You were going to move out.”

“Dex,” she hissed.

I pulled back, rolled my hips and fucked her deep.

I spanked her again. She moaned and squirmed as much as she could pinned to the dining table.

“You weren’t going to tell me.”

“My house is fixed,” she cried.

“It’s infested.”

“One squirrel.”

“You wouldn’t get this though.” I rolled my hips, shifted so the angle took me even deeper.

We were arguing and fucking. I’d never done them at the same time before, but I knew I was going to win. Because when my dick was deep inside Lindy, she was compliant. If that made me a caveman, I didn’t care.

In. Out. I wasn’t gentle. But she didn’t want gentle, and I couldn’t give it to her right now. I was fucking frantic that she would just up and go.

“Dex.” This time when she said my name, it was on a breathy whimper because I reached around, found her clit and pinched it.

“Bad girls get fucked hard and fast. They come that way too.”

She was so wet it coated my fingers as I worked her clit. That one pinch was followed by a little tug and just as I expected, she came.

Screamed.

She was milking my dick so hard, as if her pussy wanted me to stay as deep as possible.

Which reminded me I forgot a condom. Again. I pulled out, stroked myself, which was slick from her arousal, and made myself come. It spurted all over her upturned ass. Marked her.

“Stay with me.”

Lindy didn’t move from her bent over position but turned her head to meet my gaze with her own blurry one.

“Okay.”

I wasn’t sure if she really was afraid of a rodent or if she wanted to be here with me.

Leaning down, I kissed her. Sweet and gentle, completely opposite of how I just took her.

I didn’t care what the reason was. It didn’t matter.

I was too far gone with this woman for it to make a difference.

I just yanked her out of her own house to get her alone to fuck her bent over a table.

I just knew–from being in fucking Finland–that I was going to be leaving in a few weeks. Hell, in two days for Vegas.

Not even a squirrel attack–or love–could keep me.