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“Yes.” The word came out a desperate plea. “Oh fuck, more,” I begged when he slowly pushed inside. “More,” I demanded.
“Like this,” he teased with a smile in his voice as he pushed so fucking slow, I thought I might burst from the frustration. “Or this,” he asked and pushed in a little deeper.
“Better but not quite. I need you to fuck me, T-Bone. Hard. Fast. Now.”
There was an extended beat of silence and then he pulled out so achingly slowly I whimpered as his thick cock draggedacross all of my sensitive nerve endings. Then he gripped my ass and slammed into me hard and fast, over and over again like a man on a mission. He kept up a punishing pace, pounding harder with every grunt that sent shivers down my spine.
“Yes,” I moaned. “So damn good.” I arched my back and pushed against him, taking him even deeper.
He let out a low growl as his fingers dug harder into my skin. The sounds he made as he pounded, the sound of our wet skin smacking together was the best damn sound I ever heard. “Faith,” he moaned as his cock swelled inside of me. “Come for me babe. Coat my cock in your come.”
“Dirty.” I smiled to myself and pushed back harder, matching him stroke for stroke.
“Ah, fuck. So wet and gripping my cock like she never wants to let me go.”
I shivered when his hand went between my legs, rubbing my clit between his thumb and forefinger. And seconds later I was flying apart into millions of pieces with no hope of ever being put back together again. I came hard and the orgasm lasted forever, never ending because T-Bone wouldn’t let it. His hips pumped in hard, deep strokes that kept me coming until my throat was hoarse, my legs trembled, and my body couldn’t take anymore pleasure. “Okay,” I panted. “Okay.”
He laughed, still sliding in long, deep strokes that were achingly slow and torturous. “I would but I can’t. Your pussy is too good.”
My legs gave out and I collapsed face down on the bed, T-Bone fell with me. His heavy weight pressed against me, his cock was still hard and nudging that spot deep inside of me that kept me high on orgasm and man. I shivered with every shallow stroke, groaned with every deep stroke. “Oh!” Anotheraftershock rocked my body, triggering T-Bone’s orgasm. His cock swelled until it hit all sides of me and then filled my body with his essence.
“Fuck, babe. Oh. Faith.” His body shook on top of me before he released a long, satisfied grunt. “Goddamn that was hot.” He sighed and rolled off of me, but pulled me into his arms so that my back was flush against his chest.
“That was just what I needed.” My body was relaxed and satisfied. I knew if I stood in that moment my legs wouldn’t hold me up, so I didn’t bother trying. I rested against T-Bone’s chest and listened as his breaths evened out into the long, deep sounds of sleep.
Meanwhile, my mind raced nonstop, unable to settle down long enough to let my eyes slide shut. Hours passed until the sky outside lightened, and streaks of sun interrupted the darkness.
Too many questions tap danced in my mind.
I gave myself another hour before I called it quits and hit the shower, dressing casually in jeans and a t-shirt—no blazer today—and after leaving T-Bone a note saying I had some business to take care of, I slipped out of the bedroom and then the clubhouse before I got behind the steering wheel and headed to Red Rock.
***
My first stop was the police department because I knew if I came in early enough, Maynard wouldn’t be in the office yet, which gave me time to talk to the others without his interference. Detective Gaines had been assigned to Chloe’s case, and he’d been nothing but kind and patient with me.
“Can I buy you a coffee?” I asked.
He looked at me warily, standing slowly as he grabbed his jacket. “I don’t know what else I can tell you. The case is closed.”
“I know and this isn’t about the courts or the law. As you know, my niece’s DNA was found at the apartment of Ashley Monroe. I believe she is still alive and I need as much information as possible if I’m going to find her.”
He nodded slowly as we left the precinct and headed to the food truck parked at the end of the block. “You really think she’s still alive?”
I nodded. “What other explanation is there? I’ve learned some things that make me believe Ms. Monroe helped my niece over the past three years. For some reason, she was scared to confide in the police.”
He let out a short, unamused laugh. “We both know why she was scared,” he sighed. “She was smart to keep that information to herself.” He accepted a large black coffee and added too much sugar before he looked at me and nodded. “Ms. Monroe’s boyfriend was found dead in her backyard. Autopsy puts his time of death at least twenty-four hours before hers.”
“I didn’t realize he’d been found. Explains why Maynard was in such a hurry to close the case.” I was still angry about it, but not surprised. “Can I ask you a question, Detective Gaines?”
“Shoot.”
“I know the Ghost Riders MC are bad guys, I know that. But will they really kill my niece if they find her first?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Without a second thought. If she’s out there, my advice? Get to her first and don’t hesitate if you have a shot on any of those bastards.”
“Thank you for that, and thanks for taking time to talk with me.”
“Of course. Good luck.” He raised his coffee cup and walked away. “Detective Welsh?”
