She snorts and waves me off like I just reprimanded her for going five miles over the speed limit. Not setting our police chief’s car to flames. “I don’t like that guy. He had it coming.” She unzips the side of her dress and I nearly choke when she lets it drop to the floor. Her ass is all but bare in a red thong and I crave to mark up those cheeks with my teeth to make it match.
I clear my throat and try to find my voice. “Guess I better stay on your good side, huh?” She tosses me a playful look over her shoulder and I feel it all the way down to my fucking pinky toes. “Besides,” she continues as if I hadn’t even said anything. “Did you see the way Donovan looks at Nadia? Swoon. They’re in love.”
I gape at her. “Said the self-proclaimed non-romantic. You do realize that’s his stepdaughter, right?”
She looks at me through the mirror and unhooks her bra. It falls to the floor without a sound. When she bats her eyelashes at me, I nearly pounce on her. She stops short, though, and crinkles her nose. The expression makes her look adorable. “Wait, so he’s married?”
“Not anymore. He and her mom divorced a few years back.”
“Ah,” she says triumphantly as if she just won an argument. “Well, you’re blind if you don’t see what’s really going on there. They’re in love and we helped them. I bet he’s making love to her right now.”
Curling up my lip in disgust, I shake my head. “You’re nuts.”
“Yeah, I guess I would be nuts to want to have sex with you,” she says with a yawn.
A growl rumbles in my chest as I work at the bow tie at my throat. “How did you even pull that shit off? You don’t smoke. You wouldn’t have a lighter in your purse.”
I shrug out of my jacket and toss it onto a chair. My fingers fly through the buttons as my dick tries to escape my slacks on its own. She walks over to the window, her back still to me, and peeks out the curtains. An orange glow lights the parking lot below. “I told you, I work in mines and caves all day. A woman like me must always be prepared. You’d be surprised at what I have in my purse. Besides, I didn’t use a lighter. I used one of those tiki torch things by the walkway out front. Broke his window with a rock and tossed the torch inside. Lit up like the fourth of July.”
“You could have been hurt,” I grumble as I shed my dress shirt and undershirt.
She giggles and looks over her shoulder at me again. “But I wasn’t. Nadia, however, was being hurt.”
Her gaze falls to where I’m unbuckling my belt and her smile falters. I pause to regard her with a frown. “I thought you wanted to do this. What’s wrong?”
Slowly, she walks over to me. Her perky tits bounce slightly with her movement and I’m eager to suck on them until they’re red and sore.
“I do want this, Kasper,” she says and pushes my hands from my belt. Her slender fingers begin working to get my pants undone. “But I’m not usually a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of girl.”
I thread my fingers into her hair and tug back so I can look into her sparkly eyes. “One night would never be enough for me. Besides,” I say with a smirk, “you’d probably set my car on fire too if I did such a heinous thing.”
She scoffs, already poised to say something back, but I attack her lips with mine. Her mouth parts open and I taste this sweet woman. A hint of the wine we drank earlier lingers on her tongue. I want to get drunk from licking off the remnants. While I kiss her, I let one palm slide down to her breast. She lets out a whimper when I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Her lips pull from mine and she regards me with furrowed brows. “Actually, that’s the thing,” she says, her voice sad. “I can’t really give you more than one night right now. After what happened to Ash, I’m so…”
“Heartbroken?” I ask, cupping her face in my hands. Of course she fucking is. I’m a dick for thinking anything different.
Her lip wobbles and she nods. “But I’d like to just turn off my heart for one night. I’d like for you to make me
feel
…anything other than the never-ending ache in my chest. Make my body feel good. Can you do that? Please? Just one night.”
A pang of disappointment ripples through me but I’m not going to be selfish. If she needs this, I’ll be more than happy to give it to her. I won’t make any promises about afterward, though. Her heart is something I’ve grown quite fond of. And I’ll earn a piece of it eventually…when the time is right.
“Of course I can,” I assure her and drop my mouth to hers. “Tonight is ours. I’ll make you forget about the pain. Even if only for a little while.”
My hand slips beneath her silky thong as I kiss her deeply. Her moan nearly does me in the moment my finger connects with her clit.
“You like that, Lames?” I hum against her lips with a satisfied smile as I massage her. “Can you
feel
that?”
She nods and her breathing becomes ragged. “Y-Yes. Don’t stop.”
Smiling against her mouth, I pick up my speed. “I won’t stop until you’re coming all over my fingers.”
Another whimper.
Her body writhes and squirms at my touch but I keep my promise, only intensifying my efforts with each passing second. When she lets out a yelp before shuddering in my arms, I suck on her bottom lip and draw out her orgasm as long as I can.
“I haven’t had one of those in a long time,” she says in a breathy voice. “Far too long.”
She drags her fingertips along my hardened chest. My cock begs for attention but I remain still. When her eyes meet mine, I raise an eyebrow at her.
“Want more?”
Her smile is immediate. I love the way her cheeks are slightly pink from the orgasm I gave her. The way her pale flesh colors so easily has me wanting to mark her up all over. An odd sensation comes over me…one I’ve never felt before. Is this how normal people feel with someone they like? Do they want to brand them? Hardly seems normal but it’s such a far cry from the norm for me that I welcome the change. I’ve never wanted something to be mine so badly in my life.
And I want Amethyst to be only mine.
If I could write my name in hickeys on her stomach, I would.
“I don’t know if I will be able to stop at one night,” I admit as I push her panties down her thighs. I kneel to pull them off her ankles. Her fingers thread into my hair when I kiss the inside of her thigh. “Actually, I’m quite sure of it. I have an obsessive personality…and you’re all I can think about.”
She’s quiet for a moment but then laughs. “Let’s not worry about all that right now, Lieutenant. I’m wet and ready. Now. Enough talk already. Show me what you got. You can talk about your precious feelings in the morning,” she teases.
With a chuckle, I stand and hug her, only because I want to swat her bare ass. As soon as the slap echoes in the room, she squeals. “Hey! What was that for?”
I smirk and shove down my slacks. My boxers are gone in the next instant. “Get on the bed, smartass. I’m about to show you what I’ve got. And I can assure you in the morning you’ll still be talking about that. Not my feelings.”
Her eyes snap to mine and she watches with parted lips as I retrieve a condom. I take my time rolling it on my dick because I like her hungry gaze on me.
“You truly better back up that arrogance with something special,” she murmurs.
Ignoring her, I pounce on her. She cries out when my teeth find her nipple. My cock is eager to push inside of her but first I want to mark her up a bit. Like normal people do. “I’ll show you something special.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers as she fists my hair.
I suck on her tit until I’m good and sure she’ll be bruised for a week. With my elbows caging her in, I tease her wet pussy with the tip of my dick. Dragging it up and down along her slit, I drive us both insane with the act.
“Just fuck me already,” she begs, her fierce gaze locked with mine.
My lips curl up into a half-grin. “Humor me and tell me we’ll do this again.”
She wriggles beneath me in an attempt to get me to push into her but I remain strong. Her sigh is resigned but the fire in her eyes still remains. “Fine, if you’re as good as you say you are, then we’ll do this again, you caveman.”
I chuckle as I ease my cock into her, inch by blissful inch. Ames is tight and wet and going to drive me insane with pleasure. With a final thrust, I drive myself all the way into her.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” I praise and then steal her lips with mine.
Our tongues duel for ownership in each other’s mouths. I fuck her like a man possessed—certainly obsessed—until she’s screaming my name. When her pussy contracts around my cock with an all-body consuming orgasm, I climax right after her. Together we chase the high until it fizzles into ashes. Relaxed and sated, I collapse onto her tiny frame and suck on the lobe of her ear. My dick softens within her but I don’t pull out just yet.
“Ames, I’m glad you’re here. It’s fucked up
why
you’re here but I’m glad you are. I can’t think straight when I’m around you. My job and motives and obsessions are unimportant. Basically, I’m one hundred fucking percent content with staring at you. And now that I’ve had you, I won’t be content unless I’m nine inches deep inside your hot little body again and again.”
Her entire body trembles with a snort and then dissolves into cackles of laughter. “Nine inches? Did you actually measure it?”
Lifting up, I grin smugly at her. “Could be ten. I’ve got a monster cock.”
“You’ve got a monster ego,” she teases.
“Don’t
laugh
at it! You’ll anger it.” I dip my mouth to hers and kiss her softly, her body still trembling with silent laughter. Her heel digs into my ass, urging me to stay firmly planted inside of her. “Ready for round two already, Lames?” I slip my fingers between us and touch her clit. She jolts and nods her head.
“If you’ve got a monster cock
, Kaspy
, you have to back it up with a ferocious sex drive. It’s just how these things work,” she tells me, voice matter of fact.
With a rueful shake of my head, I slide out of her hot, greedy body to deposit the used condom and hunt for a new one. When I return, she’s staring at me with furrowed brows.
I slide another condom on my cock before crawling back into bed with her. “What’s got you frowning? You miss my monster already? This will be a complicated relationship if I can’t get two minutes away without my cock inside you. I don’t think we have ‘Take Your Girlfriend to Work Days’ at the station.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “No, brat. And I’m not your girlfriend.”
Yet.
I lift a smug brow at her.
“Do you and your monster and your ego need a bigger hotel room?” she asks with a shake of her head. “I was thinking about Nadia and Logan. About how you said she was there when your sister was taken but couldn’t remember anything. He’s abusive to her, I know it. Do you think he is blackmailing her somehow?”
My dick softens and any light-heartedness from a few moments ago slips away. I want to grumble in annoyance, but instead, I consider her words. “Donovan says she’s had some answers. Stuff they’ve told Logan. Today, I noticed he had a file in his safe. I’m going to find out what it says. He’s clearly either hiding something or trying to protect me in some way from what I’ll find.”
Her fingers whisper over my cheek and her eyebrows pinch together. “I feel sorry for her. I want to help you help her, Kasper. I know you’re angry with her for not giving you answers about your sister’s disappearance, but we can’t just sit around while he hurts her. If your sister were here, would she be okay with you standing by and watching that happen to her friend?”
“No, she’d kick my ass,” I admit. “Plus, my mom was a victim of domestic violence. It sort of hits too close to home.”
“Tell me more about her. Your sister.”
I close my eyes and remember my sister. She was always watching everything I did. Following me wherever I went. And eventually fell for my best friend. My sister was just always around, watching with wise eyes. God, I miss her.
“She was an old soul. Didn’t really fit in anywhere except as my little sister. Once I finished college, the plan was to get a place she could move into with me. I wanted her out from under Dale’s roof,” I tell her. She flinches at the name of my stepfather. I hate that his stupidity killed her sister. That his senseless presence killed so much good while he is all bad, but still filled with life. “But I never got the chance. She was just gone.”
She pulls my head to her chest. I rest my ear between her breasts and listen to the sound of her steady heart pounding inside.
“We have to help Nadia. If it were Kasey in her shoes, you’d want someone to help her. Despite Nadia’s lack of memory, she’s still someone’s daughter. Someone’s true love. Someone’s friend. While you may not necessarily like her, it doesn’t change the fact that she doesn’t deserve to have someone like Logan controlling her every move.”
Rage festers in my chest at the thought of Kasey in Nadia’s place. I’d fucking blow Logan’s head off with a goddamned shotgun if he were to treat my sister the way he treats Nadia. And the fact of the matter is, Nadia has been trying all these years, despite my original observations, to remember things from the crime scene. Evidently, she’s come to the department on multiple occasions in attempts to keep the case warm and to breathe life into it with new details.