Page 19 of The Midnight Club
AJ nodded, and in a halting voice he began to tell Maceo just how much of a monster Tyson Janek was.
“You’re quiet,” Ori said as they got into bed that night. “Is everything okay?”
Maceo tried to smile. “As long as you’re with me, it is.”
He smoothed his hand down her side, feeling the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips. “Orianthi Roy, it’s been less than a month and look what you’ve done to me.”
Ori smiled and pressed her lips to his. “Look what you’ve doneforme. Thank you, Maceo. You’ve gone above and beyond for a girl you didn’t know a few weeks ago.”
“That’s not possible,” he joked, but then gathered her to him. “Ms. Roy, you have changed my life.”
“And you mine,” she smiled, as he rolled her onto her back, and wrapped her legs around him. Her body trembled at every silky touch of his hands and when his mouth found her nipples, she sighed and closed her eyes.God, this man.She gasped as his teeth grazed her nipples, one after another, then felt the thick, hot length of his cock against her thigh. How on earth could any woman let this man out of her life?
Maceo kissed her belly then moved down so he could take her clit into his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked around her clit, then plunged deep inside her, tasting her, making her crazy. She barely had to recover as Maceo moved up her body and pulled her legs tight around his waist. His cock, huge and throbbing, slammed into her, and she moaned as Maceo rammed his hips against hers, every nerve ending in her body on fire.
“Oh, god,Maceo….” She arched her back as she came, her belly against his, her vaginal muscles contracting around his cock, a hot rush overwhelming her, then the feeling of his seed spilling into her as Maceo groaned her name. She never wanted this moment to end, this perfect moment with this wonderful man.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms soon afterward but, plagued by vicious nightmares, Ori slept badly and gave up at three a.m... Sliding carefully out of bed, she slipped into her T-shirt and shorts and wrapped her robe around her.
She padded down to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator for some milk. Pouring herself a glass, she set it down on the counter to put the milk carton away, not seeing the man sitting in the corner of the room.
“Hi, Ori.”
She started with a small cry then, when she saw it was Alex Milland, she laughed a little. Hand on her chest, she smiled at him. “I didn’t see you there. Sorry, I was just….” She indicated the glass, and he nodded.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just for a moment, you looked just like her.”
Viola. Ori’s heart twisted in sympathy, and she went to sit by him at the long kitchen table. “Are you okay? We were hoping to see you for dinner.”
Alex, his eyes tired and sad, tried to smile. “More wasted time, I’m afraid. Did Maceo talk to the police?”
“He did.”
“Did you know he was the one who introduced me to Viola?”
Ori nodded. “I did.”
“I was thinking about that just then when you came in and it made me wonder. Your resemblance to her….”
Ori suddenly saw where this was going and felt alarmed. “Alex, you don’t think Maceo could have had anything to do with her murder, do you?”
Alex sighed and rubbed his eyes. “No, of course not. It wasn’t like that—more like, you’re obviously his type, so then why did he give Viola up to me?.”
Ori tried to smile. “We aren’t the same person no matter how much we look alike, Alex.”
“No, of course not. I’m sorry. I’m so tired that nothing makes sense anymore. Let’s change the subject … how’s your brother?”
“Doing better,” Ori smiled at him. “I think he’s in love with your library.”
Alex laughed. “Then he has good taste. You’re always welcome to stay as long as you like.”
“You’re very kind. I really am sorry about Viola.”
“Thank you.” Alex drained his glass of scotch and stood. “I’m going to try and grab some sleep. See you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
Alone, Ori wandered into the living room and slipped through the French windows into the garden. The grounds were beautiful, but now, here in the moonlight, Ori felt as if she were being watched. Was it just paranoia? She had kept the shock of Tyson’s threats internalized for the most part, not wanting to goad Maceo into doing something that would get him into trouble. But she was under no illusions that her stepfather meant her no harm. She could go to the press; her relationship with Maceo giving her some kind of credence, she supposed. The feminist in her cringed at that, but it was true. Maceo was as powerful as Tyson, if not more. His backing would mean they could take down Tyson—but there was still AJ to think about. He was Tyson’s son, and Ori would hate to see him hounded by the press.
