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"Uh, I could try," she replied. "I think she lives near Atwood now. She moved out of Lilyvale after...after everything that happened with Franco."

I frowned. I hated that he had done this to other women, that he had been allowed to get away with it for this long with nobody stepping up to tell him that he needed to leave us alone. But maybe if I could get a little more information out of this girl, I would be able to start piecing together a case against him.

"Can you pass on my number to her?" I asked. "See if she’s willing to talk to me? I don’t want to put pressure on her, but if she’s open to it, I’d love to see if she knows anything."

"I will," she replied, her voice catching at the back of her throat as she spoke. "Are you sure there’s not something you want to talk about? All of this, it sounds...serious."

"I’m fine," I assured her, even though I wasn’t even sure I believed that myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the graffiti outside, the slash along the cat’s throat. It couldn’t be Franco, could it? Because I hadn’t let Cinnamon out of the house since I had gotten him, not wanting to be caught by a landlord or neighbor, so if he knew I had a cat, it was because...

It was because he was watching me inside my house.

A cold shock of dread rushed through my system at the thought, nausea twisting in my guts. I felt as though I was going to throw up all the booze I’d put into my system tonight. I hated this. Hated the feeling of being under surveillance. I thought coming to this city would have been enough to shake that sensation, but, if anything, it just seemed to have left me with more to worry about.

"I’ll speak to you soon, huh?" I told her quickly. "You should get some sleep."

"You sure everything’s--?”

"It’s fine," I replied quickly, cutting her off. I didn’t want to stay on the phone with her too long, or I knew she would sense there was something up – and the last thing I needed was her worrying about me. No, I was doing quite enough of that for myself tight now, and she didn’t need to stress about everything that was going on with me.

"Alright, well, talk to you soon," she replied, and I hung up before I could blurt out anything else that might give away my true state of mind.

I stood there in the silence for a long moment, trying to pull myself together again. Fuck, this felt impossible – impossible for me to make sense of everything that was going on inside my head, impossible for me to clear the panic that was settling around me. I should have asked Chuck to come back with me, I knew he would have made me feel better...

But I couldn’t rely on him to fix things up for me. No, I had to make the effort to do that myself – and, hopefully, getting in touch with this Iris girl would go some way to making that happen.

"Come on, Cinny," I murmured to my cat, crouching down to pet him. "Let’s get some sleep, huh?"

Chapter Eleven – Chuck

As the two of us stumbled outside the bar, I could already see that glint in her eye that told me exactly what was on her mind.

After a few drinks, it was the exact same thing that was on mine, too. The two of us had come out to the Kennels together to shoot some pool and hang with the guys, but the sight of her bending over the pool table, her ass in that short skirt, had me feeling some kind of way, and I knew there was nothing I could do to resist her.

I pushed her back against the wall of the club, lifting her off her feet and pinning her against it. I wanted her right here, right against me, so I could feel every inch of her body against mine. I couldn’t get enough of her, not even if I tried – and, God, these last few weeks, I had been trying.

She looped her arms around my neck, hand cradling the back of my head, fingertips grazing against my scalp as I kissed her hard, tongue in her mouth, her skirt already falling away to reveal more of herself. Slipping a hand to her thigh, I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down a few inches, listening to the gasp of want she let out against my lips in the process.

"You’re sure nobody’s going to catch us?" she breathed against my lips.

"I run this place," I reminded her. "Even if they catch us, there’s not a damn thing they can do about it."

She sank her lips into mine again, kissing me back, as I pressed myself against her, letting her feel how hard I was for her already. When she had slipped on that dress earlier this evening back at her place, it had taken every bit of strength I had not to just strip her right out of it and tell her that I wanted to fuck her again – but I had figured we needed to get out of the house, even just for a little while. It might not have been easy to keep my hands off of her, but I didn’t want her to think I was hiding her from the rest of my life. Not when I wanted to show her off as much as I did.

I unzipped my pants and took my cock into my hand, my hardness already throbbing for the feel of her around me. Her eyes were pinned to mine, staring at me like she couldn’t get enough – they seemed a little hazy with lust, almost distant, until I kissed her again and brought her back to the here and now. Nothing else would satisfy me and she knew that – nothing else would come close.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked her, voice low, needing to hear the words come out of her mouth. She nodded, her body trembling as she tightened her grip on me.

"You know I do," she breathed back, her voice marked with an aching want. Fuck – if there was anything hotter in the world than hearing my girl tell me that she wanted me, I hadn’t found it yet. I planted myself at her entrance, and, in one thrust, pushed all the way up inside of her.

She buried her face against my shoulder, muffling the cries of pleasure she let out at the feel of me moving inside of her. I groaned as I felt her around me, tight and wet and warm, inviting me in as she always did. She hooked her ankles around my back, pulling me in deeper, not caring for an instant if someone walked out of the back of the bar and spotted the two of us together – hell, how could she care, when the two of us felt this good?

I kissed her again, and then pulled back for a moment, pressing my forehead against hers so I could take in the look on her face as I fucked her – the way she gazed at me turned me on like nothing else. She clasped my head in her hands, holding me in place so our breath mingled in the small space between us – fuck, that felt good. She was panting hard now, her body shifting to allow me in even deeper. I loved how she moved on instinct when we were together, as though she knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it – and she wouldn’t let a damn thing in the world get in the way of that.

"Oh, my God," she groaned, her eyes drifting shut for a moment as I moved into her.

"Look at me," I ordered her, voice catching in the back of my throat as the words edged from between my lips. Her eyes opened at once, obeying me without question, and I thrust into her even deeper, burying myself all the way up to the hilt inside of her and holding myself there, watching as her gaze registered the pleasure.

"That feel good?" I asked her, grinning as I bit her lip and drew it between my teeth. She nodded, moaning slightly, and I moved myself inside her in small circles, massaging her from the inside out, enjoying the look on her face as she gave herself over to the sheer intensity of the way she knew I could make her feel.

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