Page 36 of Wicked Ends
“Shall we go?” Kenna got up from the table.
I followed and swayed.Whoa.I was still tipsy, clearly.
She put an arm around me and grabbed my bags and folders with the other.
“Come on, you’re coming home with me tonight.”
We went outside into the cool air of the parking lot, and Kenna steered me toward her car.
As I sank into the passenger seat, I thought I heard a low growl coming from outside, like the sound of a motorcycle engine turning over. But when I peered out the window, I couldn’t see anything.
Marcus
Ari was stayingwith her friend, it seemed, in a tightly packed residential area. Her friend took her into a townhouse and shut the door, and I abandoned my motorcycle a block away and followed on foot.
I waited in the shadows. The lights around the house went off, one by one. Probably Ari’s responsible friend tucking her in and closing up the place. It didn’t matter if she locked all the doors. I’d bet she’d forgotten something. Normal people in towns like Hade Harbor were often sloppy with their security. Lulled into a false sense of security by how quiet and seemingly safe it was. It made the people who thrived in the darkness even stronger. It made us unbeatable.
Half an hour after the last light went out, I headed for the back. It had a long narrow yard and screen doors. I checked for any kind of camera doorbell or motion-sensor light and spied the blinking red dot just in time. There was a camera poised right toward the back porch. So, that way was out.
I circled around the side. Most people didn’t want to spend a fortune on security measures for their properties, so front and back door cams were the only things installed.
There was a window fairly high up the wall on the side. A quick inspection told me it was camera-free, probably because it was too far to reach from the ground. A flawed way of thinking, clearly, as there was a tree with branches right beside it.
Seconds later, I was climbing the tree. It would be a piece of cake, if not for the damn bag I was carrying. Still, it was easy enough to get to the window. It was already open a crack. It was the sash kind that pushed up, and an older model at that, before people worried about safety as much.
Then I was dropping into the dark hallway, listening intently for anyone still awake.
Silence filled the air. No pets. Nobody awake.Perfect.
I moved along the hallway. The master bedroom had the door cracked. Ari’s friend was asleep in bed. I passed by her room and followed the hallway around a bend. There was a bathroom and then another room right at the end of the hall.
I turned the knob soundlessly and peeped in.
Ari was lying on her front, her hair rumpled across her shoulders and the pillow, like fucking satin in the moonlight. I eased inside and shut and locked the door behind me.
Her clothes were folded on the chair beside the door. Had her fucking friend undressed her? Female or not, I didn’t like that one bit. Maybe I’d break some shit on the way out. I didn’t share my things with anyone.
There was also a big canvas bag, just like mine, and her purse on the floor by the chair. I dropped my own bag, adding to the pile, and then picked up Ari’s purse. It was old and worn, but she carried it everywhere. I fished around in my pocket for the little something I’d picked up this morning from my brother’s place.
The tracker was tiny. Once put in place on material, it clung on like a limpet, and at only a fingernail across, the chances of it being found were unlikely. It was a chance I was more than willing to take. I attached the tracker to the inner lining of Ari’s purse and made sure it was paired with my phone. Something inside me relaxed as the green dot lit up reassuringly. It was only accurate within ten foot radius, but that was close enough. I moved to the bed and drew the heavy comforter down a bit.
Ari still had her bra and panties on, but that was all. Again, the thought of her friend helping her out of her clothes pinched at me. The idea wasn’t hot. It was fucking annoying.
I raised my phone, making sure the flash was on, and snapped a photo of her bare back and the swell of her ass.
Next, I unclipped her bra at the back and pulled it open. She didn’t stir. My birthday girl was a heavy sleeper. I hooked a finger in her panties and tugged them down and off, exposing more of her gorgeous, full, rounded cheeks, and took some more photos.
Next, I moved to her face, pushing her hair back and smoothing a finger over her cheek. That made her stir. I slid my thumb inside her mouth, cupping her jaw, and took one last photo. Leverage secured, I shoved my phone in my pocket and started to strip.
I was so hard it hurt, and when I freed myself from my jeans, blood rushed to my cock, only making me harder. My balls ached to be emptied, and tonight, I’d oblige them.
Naked, I got into bed next to Ari, running a hand down her back. She sighed in her sleep and arched into my touch.
“Rise and shine. I’m here to collect.”
I ran a hand over her ass and dipped my fingers inside her cleft. She shifted, bending a knee and giving me all the access I wanted. I traced the line of her slit. She was wet there, and my mouth watered at the memory of her sweet taste. I put my finger just inside her, and she moaned, shifting herself against me and sending my finger deeper.
But it wasn’t any fun without her awake to sigh and blush and fight with me.
