Page 68 of Cut Me Down

“Why is this one separate?” He stops and looks at me intrigued.

“Well, that one’s a little strange. See the name on it?” I nod. “I rescued her two weeks ago, and that wellness check for her was called in this morning by her neighbor.”

“Okay? Is she missing again?”

“Nope. She’s in Ohio. Has been since I rescued her. Carter called her up to check in to make sure.”

“The neighbor just now realized she was gone?” He flicks his eyebrows upward.

“Well, that’s its own issue, but look at what the complaint said.” I read through the dispatcher notes. Taking in the details of what this old woman saw and look at him with a questionable expression. “Exactly.”

“So, there’s a man breaking into the housetwicea night? That’s super strange.”

“Not only that, but his description matches a dealer’s one of my patrols spotted two nights ago. Same tattoos also. It would be one thing if they were out looking for her, but the neighbor has seen that guy for three nights now. If they were looking for her specifically, they’d know she hasn’t been back there.” I think about the situation, and what need this dealer would have to break in twice a night.

I think back to when Cooper was dealing. All of the tricks and ruses he would use to get by, and all of the tactics he’d utilize to keep from getting caught.

“What if it’s not the same guy?” He looks at me questioningly. “I remember when Cooper sold, sometimes they’d leave the drugs in a mailbox or what looked like an Amazon box on a random doorstep. She said in her witness statement he was carrying a duffle bag when he walked in the first time, but not when he left for the first time, and not when he came back, but then he had it again when he left for the night? What if it’s not the same guy who comes the second time every night? I mean it’s late and dark out. She could easily think it was the same person. Most tattoos look the same from afar and in the dark.” His eyes widen, and he looks genuinely curious about my theory.

“So, their using the abandoned homes as drop off locations.”

“It sounds like they could be.” He thinks for a minute. His cute, scrunched, thinking face takes hold for a moment as the wheels turn in his mind, and then he looks back at me. Grinning slyly and looking me over hungrily.

“You are a beautiful fucking genius, you know that?” My cheeks begin to flush again, and I can feel the heat up to my ears. He pulls out his phone and types out a long message before setting it on the table and starts packing up the papers.

A part of me wants to doubt myself. It was only a suggestion, and he knows Dusts’ movements and strategies WAY more than I do. There’s a very slim chance that I’m right, yet he’s taking my words as seriously as a commandment. I want to tell him not to take my theory to heart, but I know he’ll just tell me not to question myself. My fingers fidget, and a part of me wants to help him clean this stuff up, but I’m also afraid to touch it.

“I wish I had a desk or something you could use so you could spread out a little more.” I say awkwardly.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, baby. The coffee table works just as well, and I try my hardest to give you all of my attention when I'm here.” He kisses me on the cheek before walking over to a backpack laid out on the bar counter and putting the papers into a folder. He zips up the back slowly. Almost menacingly, as he turns his head to the side and gives me a wicked smirk.

Stalking back over to me, he looks over me from head to toe. His eyes are hooded, and he slowly devours the sight of me. As he makes his way in front of me, he stands between my legs and plants both hands on the top of the couch, on either side of my head. Bracing himself as he leans down to nuzzle my neck. His nose tickles my throat as he drags it upwards against my skin to the shell of my ear, taking in my scent as he moves.

His own smell travels up my nasal passages. Hitting just right in my chest like he’s my favorite candle or body spray. The graze of his touch sending tingles through my body, causing a pleasurable ache in my core, and igniting the heat between my legs.

“Such a good girl. So smart. Good girls like you get rewarded.” He says in my ear before planting a kiss below my jaw.

“For what?” I say almost as a whisper as he gently bites the sensitive area just below my ear.

“For being sweet and checking on me.” He plants another soft kiss. “For being so intelligent and giving me a lead.” The sharp edges of his teeth scrape the area just under my jaw. “And you tried big girl coffee this morning. I'm so proud of you.” I laugh a lot louder than I probably should, and I feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin.

He interrupts my laughter by planting his lips to mine and massaging my tongue with his as he trails a hand down my chest, down to my stomach, and lower until he pushes two fingers into my core. I gasp at the blissful intrusion, and a slight groan leaves his mouth and slithers its way to my ears.

“Such a good girl. I love how you’re interested in my work.” He begins to pump his fingers in and out, curling them until he hits that sweet spot that has me breathing heavy. “Do you hear how good you've been?” If the sounds from my soaking pussy is what he’s talking about, then yes. I nod my head vigorously. “You know what I want to hear, baby.”

Damn, use my words.

“Yes. God, Damien.” I moan out.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He moans as he trails kisses over my breasts. Swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple before dragging it down my stomach, and onto my hips. Pressing soft kisses and nibbles to the bone. I spread my legs and thrust into his hand, desperately searching for the touch I crave. “You needy for my tongue, little wolf?”

“Yes. Please, Damien…” A growl escapes his throat against the inside of my thigh, and it ripples up straight to my core.

“I love it when you beg. Do you know there is nothing that you could ask of me that I wouldn’t do?” Before I can answer, he takes my clit into his mouth. Expertly sucking and flicking with his tongue. Now that he’s pointed out the noises, his lapping and fingers thrusting into me is all I can hear. A warmth washes over my body at the sound, and my body begins to tighten, my insides pulling and twisting. He pulls off of me, with a slight pop of his lips. Leaving me aching.

“Your pussy is my favorite meal, the best desert, and the rarest delicacy. I could survive well nourished and then die as a happy man inside of you.” He switches tactics, and I feel his tongue flatten and curl into my entrance, taking my juices into his mouth as his thumb resumes circular, pressured motions on my clit. I grab onto his hair, curling his soft locks into my grip and pulling him deeper. He then growls, vibrating waves shocking my core and my clit.

“Oh, Damien…oh, fuck…” I'm panting now as the charge towards an orgasm builds to a peak. Twisting my insides so taut, I’m going to snap.

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