Page 52 of Zen's Crash

“We could do pizza.”

“How about Asian?”

I grin at her. “How could I pass up fried rice?”

I pull off my gloves and throw them away as we head out of the office. I’m careful to lock the door, because all this potentially incriminating shit needs to be protected.

Chapter 21

Zen

Itoss and turn all night, replaying everything we learned about Terrance in my mind. Rigs and Lexi are right about something feeling off. It takes me a minute to work it all out in my brain. Maybe Terrance spent his entire adolescence fantasizing about horrific acts of violence against women.

I can see him chafing under the authority of his stepfather, who was a law enforcement officer with zero tolerance for his behavior. But being too afraid to direct his anger and resentment at his stepfather, he focused it all on his mother. In his mind, it’s her fault because she married a cop. After a while, the anger spills over onto women in general. He starts finding a reason to hate every woman he meets.

That hatred is expressed in these weird comics where he cuts and pastes real people’s faces and random pictures of naked female bodies over the characters in the comic. Then he goes out and finds women who look like—or represent—the women he hated. Acting out violence on them is the next best thing to abusing the women he hated.

Suddenly, it all makes a certain kind of sense. After that revelation I find that my mind can finally switch off.

Early the next morning, I feel Lexi sliding out of bed and hear the shower come on. Showering with Lexi is too good an opportunity to pass up. I roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom. She turns to look at me over her shoulder.

“Would you like some company?”

A happy grin jumps onto her face. “Only always. From now on, you don’t need to even ask. Consider it an open invitation.”

I shove my boxer briefs down my legs and step into the shower with her. Her hands are reaching for me before I can even get the shower door closed. I move closer to enjoy some of the warm water flowing from overhead. She backs up so the water is spraying directly between our bodies.

Before I can even reach for the shower gel, she pours some into her hands and brings them up to my chest. I watch as she soaps me up, the friction creating a luxurious lather. I decide there’s no better feeling in the world than Lexi touching me and caressing me with her soft hands. Unlike my own harsh movements, hers are gentle and loving. When her hand moves down to grasp my cock, I tug her forward so the spray is on her back. We both look down as she strokes me.The sight of her delicate hands on my thick cock thrills the fuck out of me. I love the way her breasts jiggle as she works me.

“Are you gonna sit on my face when we get out of the shower?”

She smiles at me and shakes her head. “We’ve got work to do, remember?”

“Wrong answer,” I tell her. Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her smaller form up. “Just lean back and let me do all the work.”

She grabs the shower rod with one hand and leans her shoulders back against the wall as I lift her up and hook her legs over my upper arms. I bury my face between her legs and enjoythe taste of her pussy. By now, I know exactly what she likes. Even though my hands aren’t free to assist, my tongue does a magnificent job of sending her right over the edge. It doesn’t take long before I slide her down my body and right onto my cock.

I slide my hands under her ass and use it for leverage, and she helps by putting her hands on my shoulders and moving her hips. This woman loves bouncing on my cock almost as much as I love having her on my cock. Together, we kiss and fuck until we’re breathless. The moment her core locks down around my cock, I come so hard I feel my whole body tense up. We just kiss our way through it, enjoying the connection we’re making.

When we break apart, she says breathlessly, “That was an amazing way to start the day.”

“Damn right it was,” I reply.

Getting dressed is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, because all I really want is to crawl back into bed with Lexi and while away the morning. But like she already pointed out, we don’t have time to waste today. We’ve got to finish analyzing the information Terrance’s mother gave us.

We have the camera, floppy disks, and CDs to investigate. Plus, I want to look up this property he was left in his grandfather’s will. I might even find a lead on his vehicle if I run his VIN number. It seems like we have an embarrassment of riches when it comes to intel on Terrance Harris, and I mean to follow up on all of it.

By the time I’m dressed, Lexi is walking out of the bathroom fully clothed and brushing her hair. She looks more beautiful every time I see her.

I hold out my hand to her, and pleasure courses through my body when she slides her hand into mine. We walk downstairs and get a plate of breakfast and coffee before heading to Rigs’ office. Since he’s always been an early riser, we find him walking around, looking at everything we laid out last night.

“Mornin’, Rigs. Did your wife get off to work okay?”

He whips his head around to stare at me for a second before answering. “Of course. She has to be there by seven. I always take her there on my bike.”

“She’s a really nice lady. I’m glad the two of you found each other.”

He snorts a laugh. “I definitely got the better end of the deal with Mattie.”

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