Page 31 of Fear the Reaper
Probably abandoned.
We then found his truck and noticed it was going back and forth between the illegal bar and Big Timber.
Something was up. No one needed that much alcohol. Either he was meeting someone, or he was about to be in a coma from alcohol poisoning. Swede kept typing away as I watched. Brian was back at the bar. I was exhausted so Swede sent Hank and Allie to check it out.
“I found this book at Brian’s place.” I handed it over. “See if you can make heads or tails of it?”
“Will do.” Swede said. He stuck the book in his bag with his laptop and stood. “Tell your lady I’ll see her tomorrow.”
“She’s not my lady.”
“Sure.” Swede patted my shoulder and headed for the door. “I’ll keep an eye on our unfriendly neighbourhood alcoholic until you’ve had some rest.”
I nodded.
Alone in the house with Star upstairs, I made a couple of ham sandwiches and gathered beers and a bag of potato chips. I didn’t feel in the mood to cook and it wasn’t like we could order a pizza.
I found her wrapped in a towel and sitting in the middle off her bed, legs curled under her. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Star looked up and smiled. As I entered and offered her food and a beer, she put down what she’d been looking at and accepted them. “I’ve been thinking of what I’ll do if I survive this.”
“When—when you survive this.”
“You’re sweet. But all we have is one oversexed boozehound and a name I think I should know but makes no sense to me.”
“You have to trust us, Star. Swede has the book, so it’ll only be matter of time.” I bit my sandwich and chewed. “These things take time.”
“I always wanted to write a book.” She confessed. “I took journalism because they told me I couldn’t write a book without knowing what I was doing. Plus my mom thought it would be best if I had a back-up plan. Then I made the mistake of taking a law class and it all went downhill from there. Maybe this is the fates’ way of pushing me back on track.”
“Maybe.” I finished the last of my sandwich and set the plate on the floor beside the bed. “That’s another way of seeing it. What kind of book?”
“I don’t know. I like military men. Maybe a romance.”
My cheeks heated. “Men in uniform is your weakness?”
“I don’t think it’s the uniform…” She sighed and sipped from her beer. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter.”
I eased closer to her and framed her face. She moaned and snuggled her face into my palms. Her skin was smooth, and every part of my body trembled from the smell of her. Helplessly, I leaned in to take her lips. She trembled, sighed and dragged her nails down my chest. That shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. But the bite of her nails in my flesh made me harder than I thought was even possible.
Rising to my knees, I eased her back into the pillows, restrained her arms above her head and kissed her like I wanted to. Using her mouth roughly with my tongue and enjoying every sound she made, letting it drive me mad.
This woman was liable to burn me alive and I didn’t care.
Yanking my mouth from hers to catch my breath, I left a wet trail down her neck with my tongue, then sucked at the flesh. She whimpered, arched up against then wrapped her legs around my hips. My hardness pressed into her softness was heaven and even though she was clothed, it was as if there was nothing between us. But there was nothing stopping me. I ripped the fabric from her body then eased back to look at her.
Butterflies were tattooed against her skin, along her body from her armpit all the way down her side to her hip. I kissed each and every one of the creatures before drifting across to spread her legs wide.
“Reaper…”
After kissing along her legs, dragging my facial hair deliberately against her skin, I used my tongue to taste the soft insides of her thighs. Star mewled, held the back of my head trying to move my mouth where she wanted it. No, I wasn’t ready. I wanted to enjoy this, to enjoy her. I took my time, feeling her body vibrated against me, taking in the smooth crevice of ever curve until finally, I dipped my tongue into her. Star flowed hot and ready against my tongue. Her juices tangy and sweet as I delved for more and more, she grabbed the back of my head.
“Maverick.” She moaned, writhing her hips and taking my tongue deeper.
Dragging my hands up her sides to her breasts, I pinched and tugged at her nipples. It seemed to be the ticket for her hands fell away from me to the bed. I used the moment, to suck on her, to twist her nipples to my hearts consent.
Her breathing flowed heavier, faster. She pumped her hips and whispered things my dazed mind couldn’t decipher.
“Don’t stop!” Star pleaded. “Please—don’t—stop!”
