Page 64 of Legacy

“Why’s he really calling you, Reagan?” I ask her again.

The groan that comes out of her is filled with irritation. “I told you.”

“You told me what you think I want to hear.” Slowly, I trail the showerhead up her stomach, watching water spill over her perfect skin. “I want the truth.”

“It is the truth.” Her voice stutters when the water reaches her breast, beading her sensitive nipples. “I left quickly. He can’t accept it.”

“So he keeps calling you?” I palm her full breast, and her body shivers in my arms.

“I tried to block his number.” Her head tilts back, and her eyes flutter closed as she starts to get lost in the sensation. “He changes it again and again to get through.”

My body stiffens for a whole different reason than her naked in my arms. This asshole isn’t taking the hint, and I get the feeling this is only the start of it. Which I’m guessing is why she didn’t tell me. She either doesn’t trust me to know, or she’s worried what I’ll do about it.

Too late.

This fucker is dead.

And even if I don’t need Reagan to find him now that Ghost is on it, I need to know how long I need to make him suffer once I do get my hands on him.

“Yourformerboss is persistent.” My teeth clench.

“It’s not just that,” she says cautiously.

I figured. “You dated him?”

“One date.” She shakes her head. “It was a bad idea. We worked together, and he was really… aggressive.”

That word has my blood boiling.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Not physically.” Her fingers dig into my arm. “I got a bad feeling, so I took a cab home from the restaurant, and I didn’t go out with him again.”

“Good girl.” I brush my fingers over her stomach, and she shivers. “What else has he done?”

I lower the showerhead to her core to reward her for her honest answers.

“He…” She moans, going soft in my arms as I settle the stream of water on the spot that makes her melt. “He fired me when I wouldn’t go out with him again. And he started coming by the house. Knocking to see if I was there and yelling when I didn’t answer.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, kissing her neck, trying to restrain myself from breaking something at the thought that he’s been fucking with her more than I would have thought. “What else?”

“He said he regretted it, and I should come back.” Reagan’s hands grip my forearm when I adjust the showerhead. “Oh, right there.”

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She rocks her hips into it. “He used his connections with the district to make sure I couldn’t find another job. He started following me everywhere I went. But then I came here, and I haven’t seen him since. That’s all. That’s it.”

“I believe you.” I kiss the side of her throat, swallowing down the bubble of rage storming inside me. “Thank you for telling me.”

I drop my free hand to her core and slip my fingers deep into her pussy. Even with the water, I feel herexcitement dripping. I focus the showerhead on her clit, and she starts to ride my hand. Her desperate cunt gripping me as she accepts me deeper.

“Thank you for answering my questions. I want you to come for me now, Reagan. Let me take care of you.”

I mean that in so many ways as she goes soft against me. As she lets go of whatever weight she’s been carrying around and submits. She grabs my arm as she buckles over, folding forward and coming with a scream. I’m all that’s holding her up when her knees give out. I move the water and rock her through her climax. Slowly helping her ride out the waves as she comes down.

When she stands upright, I secure the showerhead overhead, and after a long, quiet moment, she turns in my arms. Her fingers clutch my soaking wet T-shirt as she stares up at me.

“You just tortured me with a showerhead.” Her eyes blink the water away.

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