Page 52 of Grave Kisses
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I sigh.
“Decan has to be there. Okay? He is our date also.”
“But you’ll help?” I ask.
“Yes. I’ll pull some records. When you need me to step up, I will. Until she is actually taken or something major goes down, though, it would be risky for me to be involved. I will make sure to have everything ready,” he says. “I’ll redeem my date when things settle.”
“Okay,” I say quietly.
“You smell freshly fucked, by the way. What did you do?”
“I dominated him a little,” I say with a shrug.
“That would do it,” he says with a smirk. “I look forward to our date, Chris.”
“Why do you call me that? No one calls me that,” I say.
“Precisely,” he says sweetly, cupping my chin. “A piece of you just for me to have.”
Chapter Nineteen
Kendra
One Week Later
How can someone beso fucking sketchy but leave no trace of proof behind? We have spent every waking moment either working at the office or working on this case. We know that Jeff is up to no good, but we can’t find any proof that connects him to Archer. Tina seems mostly innocent and just a tool that Archer has used. I fear that he might have killed her because we can’t find any trace of her.
I haven’t left the house since the day we got back. I do everything remotely, and the others take care of things at the office. I don’t even go on the back deck anymore. I am so scared to stepoutside. Jeff still calls nearly every day, and every time I see his contact pop up, real fear rushes through me. It’s no longer just paranoia. My brain is screaming at me about something, but I don’t know what it is. What am I missing?
As the days go on, I am slowly losing my goddamn mind. I’m supposed to have an ultrasound today to check on the babies, but it requires me to leave the house. I’ll have Bellamy and Marcus with me, but even so. What if my presence gets them hurt? I don’t know what I would do without them.
I am laying in the bed with my arm over my eyes. This is my manic way of meditating. When I feel the bed dip, I can’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Marcus says as he pulls my panties down.
“You snuck in here like a little spy to fuck me,” I say.
“Little?!” Marcus says, pushing my knees to my chest. “If I’m so little, maybe I should go harder to make up for it.”
“Please don… Fuck!” I cry out and arch off the bed when he slams into me. “Oh my God, Marcus.”
“What’s wrong, baby? I thought I was little.” Marcus taunts me, rocking his hips to fuck me deeper. I groan and grip onto his wrists as he holds the back of my thighs. “Fuck, I love the way your cunt grips me.”
“What do we have here?” Bellamy asks.
“Oh look, someone to help. Since I’m so little,” Marcus says, rolling so I am straddling him. I whine when he grabs my hips and starts slamming into me over and over again from below. I fall down to my hands just in time for Bellamy to start easing into my ass.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan. “Goddamn it, that’s so good.”
“Look at you, baby. Our pretty little brat, stuffed full of our cocks. You want it harder, don’t you, baby?” Bellamy grunts.
“Yes,” I moan.
They both start pounding into me. At first they alternate strokes, but they get into a sort of frenzy that has them both driving into me. Bellamy pulls me up to my knees and covers my mouth. I rock my hips and moan, desperate to come. Marcus starts rubbing my clit, and my eyes roll back as it sends me over the edge into bliss. My muffled moans are followed by Marcus and Bellamy moaning my name with a gritty resonance.
“Fuck!” I choke out when Bellamy moves me to the bed. “I revoke my little comment.”
“That’s what I thought,” Marcus chuckles and kisses my forehead. I catch my breath as they clean my body. Only when they pull me up to stand do I let reality settle back in.
