Page 42 of Wicked Fantasies

“Darlin’, I’m going out,” Colt yelled and Kylie came out of her bedroom in time to see him pulling on his leather jacket.

“Okay. Staking out again?” She finished putting in her earring as she walked down the hallway to say goodbye.

“Yep, bastard drug dealer.” Colt was dog-tired from too many nights hoping to catch his elusive criminal. He’d served on the police force since his graduation from college with a degree in criminal justice. He’d made detective last year and was often undercover. Much as he grumbled about the hours, he wouldn’t trade his job for anything.

“You’ll get him this time, Detective.” Kylie gave him an encouraging smile.

He wolf-whistled with appreciation as he took in her loose hair, silky shirt and tight jeans. “Well, look at you, hot stuff. Got another date with the mystery man?”

He tried to appear uninterested though it gnawed on his nerves that she wouldn’t tell him anything about her new beau.

Hell, she wouldn’t even give him the man’s name. Not even Heath could sweet talk it out of her and she told him damn near everything.

Kylie claimed she was sick of him doing background checks on all of her dates, and then combining forces with Heath to scare the men off when they decided they weren’t good enough for her.

She didn’t have to deal with the scum of the earth day after day like he did. If she’d seen a quarter of the ass-wipes he’d put behind bars during his time on the force, she’d thank them for their diligence.

Thing was, none of her past boyfriends had lasted as long as this guy, and he tried not to think about it, as the fact was driving him slowly insane.

She was his roommate and one of his best friends. He’d never screw that up for a roll in the hay and truth be told, he’d never really seen her as a woman he might seriously pursue until Heath’s birthday party nearly six months ago.

Since then, he’d become obsessed with the thought that her ultimate sexual fantasy was to be tied up and spanked by not one lover, but two. It had been easy to keep his hands off of her as long as he’d believed she was a vanilla girl in his rainbow sherbet world.

“Be careful.” She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and he fought the urge to turn at the last minute to capture her sweet mouth with his own. He’d never given her more than a friendly peck, but lately he found himself consumed with the sight of her luscious pink lips and all the things he’d like those lips to do to him.

“I’ll probably be out all night. You okay here…alone?” Heath was out of town doing work for his architectural firm and wasn’t expected back for another week.

She laughed away his obvious, not-so-clever attempt at discovering whether or not she would be sleeping by herself. “I’m a big girl now and as hard as this may be for you and Heath to grasp, I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah well, just make sure Romeo drops you off at the door. We’re out of coffee. Besides, it’s a school night and you have work tomorrow.”

Kylie was a social studies teacher at the local high school and he imagined the teenage boys must line up to get into her class. She was petite and sweet in a sexy kind of way.

“Colt Hardin, you ass. I’ll have you know I can invite any man back to my room that I want. God knows I’ve listened to enough of your sleepovers.”

He frowned at her words. He hadn’t invited any woman back to their place in years and he was annoyed at her for dragging up ancient history.

Hell, a man couldn’t be held accountable for inconsiderate actions committed during his drunken college days forever. Unfortunately, his cell phone rang before he could take her to task.

“Hardin. Yeah, I hear you. I’m on my way.” He snapped his phone shut. “I gotta go. Just be careful, eh?”

She looked at him with suspiciously cute innocence and he felt the effects all the way to his gut. “Oh I will.”

As he left the house, he tried to kick back the instinct that told him she wasn’t going to be careful at all. Not…at…all.

When Colt pulledinto the driveway, it was not long after midnight. At least he hadn’t been stuck on an all-night stakeout.

In fact, he’d gotten damn lucky as his not-so-bright drug lord actually struck an illegal deal right under his nose within thirty minutes of his arrival. He’d filed all the paperwork, dotted all his i’s, crossed all his t’s, and was looking forward to at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

As he walked down the hallway to his room, he heard an unfamiliar sound coming from Kylie’s room. He was surprised to find her home already and a bit annoyed at the prospect of hearing her with some lover.

Continuing past his own room, he stopped outside her closed door. Again the strange, sharp sound came, but this time it was followed by Kylie’s cry of pain.

“Please stop,” he heard her whimper.

He tried the doorknob only to find it locked. Impatient to get inside, he leaned back and kicked. The doorframe splintered and the door fell in.

It only took him a second to take in the horrifying scene.

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