Page 93 of Property of Necro
“Can you tap into any local camera feeds?” he asks, impatient as ever.
Christ. If he’d just give me a minute to breathe, I’d be done.
“I’m already on it,” I explain, doin’ my best to keep my frustration in check. Breaking security systems isn’t my specialty, but I know a few guys, and Necro isn’t half bad either, but we’re not talking to him. So, he’s out.
I also taped over the camera lenses in my office so he can’t see what we’re up to.
‘Cause… Fuck him.
It takes a few minutes to get connected, and I’m serenaded by a slew of Coffin’s impatient grumblings as I finally break through the security wall of a local ice cream place.
“We’re in.” I focus the security camera toward the park and zoom in to find a flash of curly red hair.
Coffin stops behind me and drops into my space, his face beside mine, hot breath tickling my ear.
I peek at him out of the corner of my eye. “You’re in my bubble.”
“Get over it,” he growls.
“Dude. This is a little gay.”
He grumbles and flicks my ear, but doesn’t back away as he stares at the screen, playing the game of “Where’s Sola?”
I snap my teeth at him.
He bites my cheek.
“Hey.” I shove his face away, and the asshole cackles before stealing my laptop.
Rubbing my cheek, I get out of my chair and charge his ass. “Coffin. Not cool.”
He waves me off.
Punching his shoulder, I steal the laptop back, carry it over to my desk, and set it on top so we can see it together. When it shouldn’t be equal at all, since I did all the work, then again, we wouldn’t know where Sola was if it weren’t for the jewelry trackers. Both tits and her clit piercings. The little balls Coffin special ordered. Fucking genius.
There’s a double knock on my office door, and it opens a moment later. Coffin steps in front of the laptop in case it’s Necro, but it’s Mama instead. He’s carrying a tray full of delicious-smelling food.
“Did you find her?” he asks, setting a platter of mini quiches on the desk next to the computer.
Coffin gestures for him to take a look. Using the keypad, Mama moves the camera around a bit before pointing to her on the screen. “Swings.”
We all hunch down to get a good look.
Yep.
Swings.
She’s wearing black again.
All black.
Like she’s in mourning.
Her shirt is oversized, and she’s wearing shorts. Even though we can’t see them, we can see her legs. Those creamy white, gorgeous legs that fit perfectlyaround my hips when I’m all snuggled up in that warm, wet, happy cunt.
Just the memory of her and those sweet, sweet sounds she makes when I’m giving it to her good has me adjusting my cock.
“You’re hard already?” Coffin accuses, laughter in his voice.
