Page 60 of Secrets

Without another word, Jessica returns to my cunt and laves it with hard licks and even harder bites. When I’m shoved to the edge, it isn’t gradual or soft, but rough and jarring, my orgasm crashing against me so violently, I cry out her name.

She uses it as motivation, not relenting, but sliding in a finger to fuck me in tandem with the pulsing. She doesn’t stop until the muscles in my legs shake, and my breathing slows.

When Jessica pulls from my body, I’ve never felt so empty, yet so fucking full and I don’t squander a second.

I lift from my position and grab her, yanking her from her spot and tossing her onto the bed.

“What’s wrong?” she laughs, her giggle sweet and arrogant as it bubbles over me.

“Nothing, sweet girl.” I shake my head, jerking open my dresser drawer and pulling out a rabbit I bought just for her. “So please understand, when I break you apart in the next few moments, it’s not because I want to erase that cocky look from your face, but…”

I smile, my heart swelling as I look down and realize how much this woman has me all bent out of shape.

“Well, it’s because I want to erase that cocky look from your face.”

And I most certainly do.

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After showeringand eating a slice of sourdough, we end up in bed, our limbs tangled around each other. Jessica’s head rests on my chest, her finger tracing over the peak of my nipple.

My flesh pebbles under her touch, the urge to strap her to the bed and fuck her again becoming increasingly strong.

I remove my hand from where it rests on her biceps and let my fingers walk up to her hair. I swipe the hair from her forehead and in three seconds’ time, four things happen simultaneously.

One, my eyes latch on to the green thread holding skin at her hairline together, barely concealed in makeup.

Jessica sits straight up, her hand immediately going to cover the spot on her forehead.

My heart erupts in an anger and confusion I haven’t experienced since learning my life belonged to Alexi.

And my hand begins to itch. An itch with a burning that can only be alleviated by one thing.

“What is that?” My voice is calm, though the unbridled rage making my skin tight is clear with every word. Clumsy as my girl is, I doubt she’d hide an accidental fall from me.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, forcing the curls back over her head.

Something pinches in my heart. “So we lie to one another now?”

Her eyes widen, but not of shock…ofskepticism. But before I can address it, she sighs in resignation, almost as if whatever she was tempted to say wouldn’t be worth it. “We got a tip about a possible location and my uncle sent me to go look. I think it was a setup because nothing was there, and three punks were waiting for me. Luckily, my trainee and uncle were there to run them off.”

“Why would they send you? You don’t work in the field.”

“It's complicated and really messy, but it wasn’t supposed to be credible information. We didn’t want to waste resources when I could just go check on it.”

“But you are a resource.”

“With nothing to do right now. My profiles have been built. Right now, I kind of wait for when people need me. Kind of like a floater. It’s been all hands on serial killer central, so nothing else has really come through.”

I nod, but questions still linger. “And who were these men? Was the setup specifically for you or whoever was supposed to show up?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t a big deal and I’m fine.”

Frustration pulls at my insides, the itch in my palm growing stronger. “You’renotfine. You have stitches. Who were they?”

Jessica climbs on top of me, straddling her legs on either side of my thighs. I know she’s trying to distract me but when I narrow my eyes letting her know I’m not letting it go, she huffs. “Why does it matter, Red? Ya gonna go round them up and throw them in jail?”

This gets a sarcastic laugh out of me. “My type of justice doesn’t involve the judicial system.”

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