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Bailey wrote it down for me, and despite being in charge of the case, allowed me some privacy while I made the call. “Good evening, Jenny. It’s Sheriff Hinton,” I ripped the band aid off as fast as I could.

“What’s Vivian gotten herself into this time?” she said with a heavy sigh, skipping any proper etiquette. We were past that stage with all the calls I’d made to her in the past.

“I was hoping you could tell me. Is she there visiting you?”

“No?” she sounded wary. “I haven’t heard from my girl in months. Unless she planned on a surprise visit.”

“About how long would it take to get to your house from the airport?”

“Well, I guess if I reckon there’s a wait at the baggage claim, and then finding a taxi service, it would be about three or four hours. I only live an hour from the airport.” I could hear the excitement pick up in her voice, “If she left this afternoon, she might arrive any minute.”

I rubbed my temple, knowing I had to let this poor woman know her daughter wasn’t coming. My only solace that I didn’t know for sure she was involved in it. “Look, Jenny. I’ve always had to be the one to bring you the bad news, and this time isn’t any different. She told everyone you’re sick and her flight left in the middle of the night. We haven’t seen hide nor hair of her since last night when she left work.”

“I’m not sick. Why would Viv say something like that?” the bite coming back to her words. “Lord knows I tried with that girl. I wouldn’t doubt if she ran off with some guy she just met. I don’t know why she would tell everyone a lie. But I guess that’s my daughter for you, always needing to cover up for doing things she was ashamed of.”

Trying to lighten the mood, I chuckled lightly, “Shame never stopped her from doing it. I’m sure she’ll turn up again to collect her things, at least. You just give me a call if you hear from her. I still worry about her after all these years.”

With a promise to keep in contact, we hung up, and I had to let the agent know of my findings. For one moment, though, I let myself wallow in a little pity. It sounded more and more like Vivian had something to do with it, and it wasn’t something I was ready to face.

Too bad it came for me before I was ready. Bailey peeked her head around the office door and I waved her in. Without preamble, she bluntly told me, “There’s no record of a Vivian Parker boarding any flight in the past twenty-four hours.”

“Her mama is doing well. She knew nothing of plans for her daughter to visit her,” I told the facts as they were, pushing aside the emotions I felt. “As much as I hate to say it, sounds like Vivian Parker is a part of this.”

Chapter 23

Vivian

We crossed the state line into Arkansas, the sky still dark at the late hour, or early morning, depending on how one looked at it. We took turns sleeping and driving, this time Ollie at the wheel and me sitting next to him. The other two were crashed out in the back seat. I kept dozing off, even though I tried to stay up to keep Ollie company. His stories of Dane’s glory days were fascinating. I could picture Dane in the ring and wished I’d been able to see it. The man was hot as sin now, but I could just imagine how panty melting he would stalk his prey during fights, especially with the way he stalked me that first night we met.

The visions had me wiggling in my seat, though it didn’t help that Ollie’s hand rubbed between my legs, never quite bringing me to that place I wanted him to bring me. “You’re so cruel,” I said, as I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Already hard, he pushed up into my hand, sucking in a breath as I rubbed his cock through his pants. Taking off my seatbelt, I lowered my head to his crotch, nipping at his pants.

“Fuck, that’s amazing Viv,” he groaned as I worked my way up and down, not giving him the satisfaction of giving him a real blow job. Leaving one hand on the wheel, he fisted my hair in the other as he let out noises to let me know how much he loved it.

He spurred me on and my mouth watered just thinking about the taste of him and taking control of his satisfaction, something he never liked to let go of. My teeth brushed against his zipper, slowly tugging it down. There was still a layer of fabric between, but I knew he felt so much more without the pesky jeans in the way.

“Oh damn, stick those lips on my cock, baby,” his whisper coming out harsh as he pushed his hips up.

I softly giggled, “You can give it, but not take it.”

“I want you to take it all,” he responded in a strained voice as I pulled his boxers to the side with my teeth.

“Mmm, I love your big cock, Ollie. I want to suck it until you cum inside my mouth,” my sultry voice pulling him into my spell. “You’ll just have to be patient, darling. You don’t get my mouth until I decide you deserve it.”

“Woman,” he warned, ending it with an aching moan that left my body shivering in longing. I didn’t know who I tortured more as I continued to drag my teeth along his covered length.

Pushing the fabric to the side, a small opening appeared, and I ran my tongue along it. His whole body stiffened at the contact and a pleased smile bloomed on my face. I wouldn’t give him more. Not yet. He needed to be in a frenzy before I’d give in, and damn, he was close to that point.

Focusing on him, I didn’t notice the flashing red and blue lights until Ollie yanked me off him, “Shit, the cops. We’re in another state, right?”

“Yes,” I replied calmly, knowing by the look in his eyes he debated on stopping or trying to outrun them. “They wouldn’t be after us for the casino. Not across state lines,” I tried to be logical as the blood pounded in my ears.

“I have to stop. I don’t know these roads enough to lose them. Get your gun ready, but keep it hidden,” he instructed as he pulled over.

I did as he asked, wanting to be ready if it was necessary. I wouldn’t go to jail and be torn away from these men I just fell for. “I’m ready,” I told him. “Are we going the nice route?”

“I’ll start there. Hopefully, he’ll give me a speeding ticket and let us go on our way. If not, we’ll need to take drastic measures.” Giving me a wink, he added, “Someone made me speed a little too much.”

“Well, that someone should have given me an orgasm instead of teasing me,” I retorted, steadying my hand despite the nerves making them shake. I admonished myself, knowing I had no reason to be afraid anymore. My men loved the real me, the one who didn’t really care for rules. “It will be fine. I’ll use my charms on him if I need to.”

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