Page 58 of A Touch of Heaven

I bite down on her thigh hard, I want this one to mark this time only increasing her pleasure before I can’t hold back my own orgasm, and I empty myself in my girl. Collapsing on top of her before immediately rolling her on top of me, not wanting to crush her. Her breathing is so heavy as I wrap my arms around her. I caress her soft, silky hair between my fingertips. I whisper that I love her again, and her response is a little moan.

A smile dances over my lips as I hold my girl close to me, letting her catch her breath as I acknowledge how goddamn fucking lucky I am to have her.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

BROOKE

Last night was…there are no words, and this morning, well, there’s definitely no words for that. I can’t believe it happened. As I look down at my half-eaten pancakes, I wonder if I’m dreaming. If so, I don’t want to wake up.

Everything about me feels different. It’s a strange feeling, but I know it’s something that will never fade. I feel lighter, a little more grown-up. I can’t explain it. I look over at Chase, and he’s just staring at me.

“What?” I ask, and he chuckles in return. “You just look a little in awe.” I kick him under the table.

“Stop! I can’t help it.” I laugh, and this moment feels so easy between us right now. I’m scared something will ruin it.

“Okay, baby girl…” He starts, and there it is. Something that will ruin this moment between us. “I need to come clean to you about a couple of things between me and the guys. I know Asher and Jax spoke to you, but I need you to know more about it. You know what Asher did and why, correct?”

I nod softly, putting my fork down.

“Do you know I help him?”

“Yes, you mentioned it before; of course, I didn’t know exactly what that meant at the time. Were you there…when it happened…when he…” I ask with a pit in my stomach, unable to finish my sentence, not sure if I really want an answer to it.

He nods slowly, taking my hand in his. “Yes. Asher told me and Jax years ago what had happened to his sister. He told me what he intended to do, and me and Jax made a pact to help him.”

I swallow hard. He’s so matter-of-fact about it. It scares me. “A pact to help him commit murder,” I state.

“It’s not murder, Brooke. It’s justice for Ellie. These guys will never go to jail. They will never have to pay for what they did to her. How many other girls did they do that to? How many other girls are living in silence or worse? Ended up exactly where Ellie is. Six feet under the ground.”

“How do you know you even have the right person?” I ask. “Anyone will confess under those circumstances.” He laughs, and again, it frightens me slightly that he can laugh about this.

“We know we have the right guys, Brooke. Jax found him, and he’s currently confirming the rest of them now. There’s a lot you don’t know, and I’m not going to tell you. I’ll tell you what you need to know. Other than that, you’re staying out of it.”

“What if they find out what you’re doing, Chase? Or the police?”

He squeezes my hand from across the table. “Princess, we know what we’re doing. There is no evidence, nothing left behind, no witnesses, and no bodies.”

“Bodies?” I ask, fear creeping in and settling into my veins, making me icy cold.

“What?”

“You said bodies. Not body. Bodies as in plural. But when Asher told me, he only said about one.” He sinks back into his chair and looks out the window, avoiding my gaze. “Oh. When you guys disappeared. You…but Jax said…”

“Yes. We didn’t leave for that reason, but Jax got a hit when we were away.” I feel sick, as if these pancakes will come up at any second.

Jax lied so easily to me, and Chase came back as if nothing had happened. I study his face carefully, and there’s not one hint of remorse, not one hint of anything happening. He killed someone in the last couple of days, and he came back as if he had just gone on a retreat.

“How many are left?” I ask him.

“There were seven in total. We have taken out two.”

I laugh a little hysterically. “Taken out? What, like, you’re a hitman or something. Do you hear yourself right now, Chase? You don’t even sound bothered by it!”

I can’t even look at him. Honestly, the whole thing has my stomach in knots. I understand it, I hate that I do, but I get it. Why Asher wants to do this, but none of them seem even just a little bothered by any of it. It’s like they can switch their emotions off at any point, and that terrifies me.

I think back to the rest of the vacation here and the way Chase acted with me.

Like I was nothing, just a nuisance.

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