Page 28 of Blood & Kisses

I stall at my door and press my ear against the wood, listening for suspicious sounds. Empty. Carefully, I unlock the door and push it open a crack, searching for movement, before pushing it wider.

Something is not right. The scent of lemon wafts, and I stand in my room, completely baffled by what lies before me. It’s not only tidy but immaculate, and I can tell by the lemon disinfectant scent that someone has scrubbed the floors. The bed is perfectly made. I don’t think I ever made my bed that neat. The urine patch on my covers has vanished, but to make sure, I pull my covers back and check inside the covers. Dry and crispy clean. Wow.

I find my phone and message Blake: Are u responsible for cleaning my apartment?

Blake: I’m saying nothing.

Me: Seriously, did you organize this?

Blake: What would u give me if I said yes?

I smile and gaze out the window at the apartment block opposite, thinking again of the man Gabe dropped from the window opposite. I have so many questions without answers and secrets I must get to the bottom of. However, what’s been made clear is that these three men will only tell me what they want me to know. Little by little, the cracks widen, and I find out who they really are.

Me: Whatever u want (:

Blake: Don’t tempt me

My finger hovers over the screen to ask him to stay the night with me, but I have a meeting with Gabe, and it might not go in my favor. It occurs to me as I stand here in this spotless apartment that perhaps Gabe wants me to move out of his house and back in here. My heart sinks as I internally myself for disrespecting his space by having sex with Blake at his kitchen table. That’s twice in one day that I’ve been reprimanded for having unbridled sex in an inappropriate place.

There’s a gentle tap at the door, and at first, I assume someone is knocking on the door neighbor’s place, but I peer through the spyhole in the door to make sure, and I’m greeted with warm, mischievous eyes.

“What the hell?” I proclaim as I swing the door open. “How…”

“Hi, babe,” Blake croons, kissing me on the cheek.

“How did you get here so fast? Wait. Are you following me?” It’s starting to make sense now.

That charming, dimpled smile stretches across his handsome face.

“You did follow me,” I rage, pointing my finger at his amused face. “Wait.” Another realization hits me. “Did you put a tracker on my new car?”

His eyebrows shoot up, feigning innocence. “Your apartment smells spick and span,” he inhales, avoiding my questions. “Like lemonade in summertime.”

“Excuse me? Why do you find this funny? And can you please answer my question,” I demand, not that it’s making much difference with him.

Those lips find my neck as his arm hooks around my waist, pulling me in tight as he nibbles my skin, making me giggle. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Rae,” he groans against my skin.

“Still, you’re not answering my question,” I fake an attempt to push him away, even though I’m quite happy where I am in a warm, solid embrace, bulging muscles, cologne, bristly chin…oh god, why do these men do this to me? I am weak for them. “Have you got a tracker on my car? How did you get here so quickly?”

“So many questions,” he groans, sliding his hand between my butt cheeks, then lifting me off the floor where I have to wrap my arms around his neck so I don’t fall backward. My body is then dumped on the bed with him on top, peppering kisses all over my body.

“Are you going to answer any of them?” I giggle as he lifts my T-shirt up and rubs his bristly chin over my skin, forcing out a squeal from my mouth.

“Yet, another question,” he groans, using his teeth to pull down my shorts as the space between my legs becomes increasingly saturated. My hands find my hard nipples as I start circling them with my fingers to add to the delicious sensation trembling through my body.

My shorts are dragged down my smooth legs, and I slip off my T-shirt and unhook my sports bra to lie naked before my devastatingly charming thief. “That goes unanswered. You have more secrets than CIA agent,” I gasp as this thought sinks deeper. “Unless you are a CIA agent. Could it be possible a CIA agent in disguise of a thief?”

He kneels over me, running those warm brown eyes all over my naked body, drinking me in with his hot desire and masculinity. “That scenario is entirely possible, sweetheart, but you’re strumming the wrong banjo if you’re insinuating that I’m the CIA agent.”

“Is Gabe the CIA agent who hires you for dirty work?” I pose as his tongue circles around my belly button, making my skin prickle as I comb my fingers through his thick raven hair.

“More questions…” he growls, lifting his head to drill me with those dancing eyes. “There’s only one way to end this Spanish Inquisition.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?” I know the answer already and I love to tease this out.

He positions himself between my spread legs and starts undoing his jeans button, followed by his zipper, as his gaze remains firmly glued to my face. “I’m gonna have to fuck it out of ya,” he snarls, and I grin, biting my bottom lip, hungry for his cock.

“You think that will work, do ya?” I taunt, batting my eyelashes flirtatiously.

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