Page 45 of Look My Way
His salty taste hits my mouth and I start feasting on him, lapping as far as I can go, using my fingers to reach more of him. He pounds his fists on the pillow, grinding his hips. Using my fingers and tongue, I continue to pleasure him until he’s thrashing and screaming so loud, I almost think he wakes Daniel. Not caring either way, I flip him over, wrapping my mouth over his cock head, catching the remainder of his release.
His fingers fall onto my head, where my hair would be, and he tugs on the top of the mask, looking down with wide eyes. “Put me to sleep too, next time,” he whispers.
Buzzing, and feeling higher from him getting off than I ever have from my orgasm, I lick my lips. I don’t respond with words, and don’t have to, as I go back to cleaning up the mess he made all over his pretty, soft skin. Daniel mutters something else under his breath, a bunch of gibberish, and I laugh. My puff of cold air has Liam shuddering again, and I slide my way up his body to kiss his lips.
“Only if you think I can handle it,” he says, and I realize I do need to say something after all. To reassure him of what he should already know—what so many have taken from him.
“You can handle anything.” I kiss his neck. “Eres fuerte.” I press my lips to his chest, flicking my gaze up to him. “Eres valiente.” I peck at his lips. “Tienes coraje.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes shining in the dark. “I’ll see you soon, carino.” I seal my lips over his, diving my tongue into his mouth and letting him see how good he tastes before pulling away. His lips part but he doesn’t say anything, staying exactly where he is as I climb off the bed. I lift the covers back over him, and on my way out, I notice Daniel’s badge shine on the dresser. Laughing to myself, I snatch it and exit the room without looking back. On my way out of the house, I spot a note on the fridge.
“Get book to Rick ASAP before he asks for it again.”
There’s another below it that reads,“Rick needs first draft ASAP.”
Rick sounds like a demanding little shit, doesn’t he? Is he who’s causing my carino so much stress? Getting a closer look at the note, I snatch it from under the magnet. If he gets to be too much of a burden on my boy, this could definitely fall into line with my rules. Anyone who keeps him from sleeping soundly at night is enough of a problem for me to make disappear.
This goes for anyone. Even if they are a cop and see themselves as untouchable. I kept an eye on where Daniel went today, and it was strictly work related. He didn’t go back to the lake house. However, the tracker I slipped under his partner’s car showed thathedid. Why go there without Daniel? What are they hiding, and would it be there now if I were to go check it out?
From what I’ve seen, Daniel takes his job very seriously and is seen as the town hero. I’ve seen flyers with his face on them in restaurants and libraries. Cop of the month. He saves people from bank robbers and helps relocate battered women.
He’s so perfect on paper, which only means one thing when it comes to people like him—he’s hiding something. And I think whatever it is has to do with his secret hideaway. His face alsonudges at my brain like a distant memory I’ve tried hard to forget over the years. Where do I know him from, and why did I work him out of my brain so much that I can’t piece it together easily?
Walking back to my car, I stop at his and try one of the doors. Locked. I keep going, and the driver’s door opens. Stupid move for a cop. Especially one with secrets. I push the button to open the trunk and look around me as I walk to the back. There isn’t much inside. Only rope and a black duffel bag with a spare set of clothes. I’m about to close the trunk but stop dead in my tracks when my eyes catch something standing out against the black fabric in the corner. A single strand of red hair. It’s the same color as Liam’s. Same length too. Could have come off the bag, though, or anything else he brought out here from the house.
I close the trunk, taking a breath as my hand pauses on the back of the car. I’m sure strands of my hair are all over my trunk too, since everything that’s in there was once in my house. But that one hair really stood out to me, something telling me I was meant to see it for whatever reason.
An ugly feeling comes over me as my mind goes back to that singular strand while I’m driving home. Just as I’m turning onto my street, I swerve my car and go in a different direction, and I speed up the car when I look down at my tracker. Daniel’s buddy made a late-night stop at the lake house, and I think I’ll join him.
Twenty-Two
Liam
My body is sore in the best ways when I wake up. I stretch out my arms in my empty bed, smiling wide as I wiggle my ass over the cool sheets. Daniel’s side is empty, and those words stab at my insides as I think them. It’s not his side because it’smybed. It’smyhouse. I look over at the rumpled sheet and folded pillow, imagining that someone else emerged from there this morning while I was sleeping. Someone who was in my dreams, making my body soar so far into the clouds I still feel like my feet aren’t touching the ground when I slide off the bed.
The only evidence left behind is a slight ache in my ass and the tingling sensation in my toes I get every time I have a good orgasm.
Daniel was sleeping soundly next to me as I came in someone else’s mouth. If I told him, he’d say it wasn’t real anyway, and to him his word is truth, so it would mean nothing happenedlast night. I didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did the man who snuck into my room and fucked me with his tongue. It was so warm, and the feeling was odd at first. But my insecurities slipped away as quickly as they came, as warmth traveled up my body, exploding and turning into hot scorching flames.
I’d felt him everywhere and fell back asleep with his words in my head. I only understood the word “strong,” and that was enough for me. It was like it didn’t happen, but it also did, and I can’t wait to repeat it tonight after I highlight another sentence in my book. I shouldn’t do it again so soon, but my body doesn’t want to go another night without it. Did Daniel hear how strong someone else thought I was? Would he believe them? I should have him say the words louder, and maybe then Daniel would believe it. Maybe he’d believe me, and then maybe I could trust myself over him again.
I almost think I do, but then his words come pouring in, sharp like knives.“You keep thinking these things happened when they didn’t. It’s every time you don’t get enough rest.”
I let out a breath and walk to the bathroom. The hard spray of water hits the tub when I start the shower, and I look in the mirror, stepping closer when I notice a mark on my stomach. My fingers press to it and my heart kicks in my chest. It looks like a bruise, and they do sometimes happen with my medications, but that’s not what this is from, is it?
Dark eyes appear in my mind, and a flash of a masked man staring up at me while licking me clean pushes its way into my thoughts like a good memory most people would want to hold onto forever— if it had actually happened. So I keep it close to me as I step into the shower, replaying it as I touch myself and fuck my hand until I’m coming on the tile wall. It’s there still when I slip my robe on and enter the kitchen to make some toast. It’s with me when I fix myself a cup of tea and fry an egg in a pan.
I only let it slip away when I look out the window, undoing the front of my robe when I see someone’s leg sticking out from behind the shed. Taking myself in my hand, I gasp when a gloved hand appears as well. Sliding my palm up and down faster, I pump my hips forward. My breaths quicken as fluttery sensations crawl up my legs, making me feel less balanced on my feet. Lifting a knee, I press it to the counter, resting my body on it as I use my other fingers to play with my nipple.
Part of a mask pokes out, and eyes blink, the color hard to make out from here. I don’t have to see it to know who it is, because I’ve written in my book how one MC tells the other to surprise him, to not let him know ahead of time that he’s coming. He’s been willingly playing this game with me all this time without me realizing what he was doing. Did he always know? Did he orchestrate this somehow, tricking me into believing I initiated it first? Maybe he doesn’t know when and where it began either.
Maybe, like me, he’s accidentally landed himself on a ride he doesn’t know how to get off of. It started that way for me, and now I wouldn’t want to get off even if I could. It’s fast-paced, unpredictable, and addicting. I’ve never felt freer and like everything I’m doing is for me as much as for the other person. And if I walk away, it will end. If I put up the new curtains or even admit to finding the ones in the shed, this will all go away.
My head falls back, and I don’t need to look outside to know I’m being watched. I don’t know where Daniel is; he could be anywhere. I haven’t checked the time, so he could still be here since he goes in later today, or he could be walking in the door for lunch.
Zavier didn’t say what time he’d be here today, only that he had a busy day so it would probably be after one. After one when he’d start working, that is. Any other plans we have between us aren’t usually made verbally. I open my eyes, my skin feelinglike it’s covered with static as I slam my hips forward, shaking through my orgasm. I wheeze, struggling to catch my breath, and my vision goes black before it’s being lit up again. When everything stops spinning around me, I look outside and he’s gone. Or I just don’t see him.
Leaning over the counter, I rest on my hands and don’t move until I feel steady enough. My ears feel like they’ve been submerged under water, everything echoing around me. Smiling, I revel in how light and wonderful I feel on my short walk to my room. I drop my robe to the floor, kicking it away, and drop back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
