Page 23 of Summer Shivers
I know every one she makes when she’s turned on. When she’s being fucked hard. Soft. When she comes.
My dick grows restless in my jeans, I reach down to resituate, only my dick is like Pavlov’s fucking dogs, sees a naked female on a bed getting herself off, must be time for him to get off too. That said, grabbing my cock feels way too good.
The fuck is wrong with me when I have to stop myself from jacking off to Peeping Tom videos of my ex-girl getting herself off in her husband’s bed?
The dildo is at the entrance of her pussy and the vibrator at her clit. Her lips form an ‘oh’ and her eyes roll shut. I know this look. Genevieve fucks herself with the dildo, in and out, nice and slow. The vibrator circling her clit. Hips gyrating and bucking. She’s giving it to herself good. I can’t look away. The pink plastic of the dildo wet with her juices. She pulls it out and brings it to her mouth to lick it. Suck it. Like it’s a real cock fucking her. Never have I seen such a beautiful sight as this. At least not since the last time I made her react like that.
She angles the vibrator into her entrance while rolling the dido on her tits. The words ‘oh god’ slipping from her lips. My cock is like steel in my jeans. Uncomfortably so.
She brings the dildo back to her pussy and sinks it in deep. I don’t care how pervy it makes me. I’m about two seconds away from pulling my dick out and takin’ care of business.
When I see movement in my periphery. The exterior monitor has picked up a woman walking around the outside of the house, and she’s not a cop.
I look back to the Genevieve video just in time to see her orgasm.
It’s exquisite.
There’s no other word for it. I can do a little lip reading, thanks to my time in special forces. Which is how I know it’s my name she cries out as she comes.
I close the video, feeling very aware of the fact I’m in Genevieve’s house. There are quite a few other videos organized the same way. My self-control can’t handle another masturbating video of Genevieve. The last one is dated the day of the murder. I click on that; it asks for a PIN like so many of the others. I try few more four number combinations and get nothin’. Grab my phone, text Al what I need her to do, along with screenshots of whatever else I think she might need.
Then quietly make my way back into Harrison’s office, ready to confront the lady who just used a fucking key to get into the house.
eleven
TYLER
“Who the hell are you?This is a crime scene. You know you can't be here.” I tell the woman wearing a skintight dress, and impossibly high heels, with her back to me.
“I’m Sarah Daniels. Harrison’s ex-wife,” she says lazily. As though she’s got not a care in the world and is within her right to do whatever she wants. I can tell already, she’s a bitch.
She turns to look at me. “I had to come and see for myself that Harrison had been murdered.”
Something about her I can’t put my finger on right now, but I know I don’t trust her.
“Satisfied?” I ask.
She looks me up and down. “Who are you?”
“I’m investigating the case,” I say telling a partial truth.
Her body tenses, she turns again so I can’t read her face.
“You know she did it, right?” she offers.
“Who did what?”
“I mean, I don’t want to believe it, but it seems that from everything I’ve heard, there isn’t anyone else I could think of who had any motive.” She turns to face me again, her face a mask of innocence.
“You think so?” I ask.
“I do,” she says with confidence.
I know from Genevieve that Harrison had two daughters from his first marriage, twins in their teens. She had only good things to say about them. Odd, considering this is their mother.
“How are your daughters holding?” I ask, to change the subject. To my knowledge, they’ve not reached out to Genevieve. I can’t believe they don’t want to make sure she’s okay and assure her of their states of mind.
“They are at home, too distraught to go anywhere.” Sarah begins to walk closer to me, and I stand my ground.
