Page 29 of Fear the Reaper
Lifting a hand to his cheek, I turned his face toward me. It wasn’t like Brian was going far. We’d tagged his car so Swede could track him. In that breath, I needed to feel Reaper’s skin, taste his mouth, even if it was a mistake. He twisted in the seat and tilted his head in position. When his eyes closed, I bravely took his lips, traced them with my tongue until he opened for me.
Reaper kissed me without touching me. He plundered my mouth, roughly making me moan. All I wanted was for him to drag me to the backseat and have his way with me. The sensation was overwhelming, so much so I couldn’t control it. I eased back and sighed.
“I want you, Maverick. Every part of you.”
He moaned and kissed me again. “Do you know what’s happening now, Nova?”
“No—explain it to me.”
“The beast inside me is roaring.”
“Can we please get this over with?” My voice cracked. “Because I have a feeling you won’t touch me until then. All I ask is one night in your bed.”
“Only that?”
“No. But if that’s all I can get, I’ll take it.” I sighed and shifted to see the building. Reaper turned back to it and I reached over to trail a finger down his neck. “I’m not ashamed for what I’m thinking.”
He glanced at me for a second.
As we resumed our stake-out, the doors opened and Brian staggered out with two women. He was obviously drunk but they climbed into his car and peeled out of the parking lot. That was never good. No matter how many times I’d seen someone drive drunk, I never understood it and it never made me comfortable. I wished we could have grabbed him but this could lead to me getting my life back.
I’d risk his.
Reaper started our truck and we followed Brian for almost forty five minutes until he slowed down to enter Big Timber. It wasn’t a very large town. The residents didn’t really have to see their neighbours if they didn’t try.
Nervous about being caught, I must have reached across for when Reaper’s warm fingers wrapped around mine, my hand was on his thigh. I didn’t pull away but kept my eyes on the car ahead. Soon, Reaper slowed down when Brian turned into the front yard of what looked like a junkyard. He drove by the house and I glanced back.
“Reaper…”
“I know. The truck will stand out. We can park it somewhere and walk back.”
Thankfully, that wasn’t far away. When he got back to the house, Brian seemed to be having the time of his life. With music blaring, loud shouting and laughing, I figured he had taken the party back to his place. When things calmed down somewhat, Reaper and I peeked through a window to find Brian and his guests were engaged in a threesome. I blushed and turned away but Reaper didn’t move. It was as though the scene hadn’t phased him.
When he slipped down beside me he said. “Okay, so he’s had enough alcohol to knock over an elephant. When they go to sleep, we might be able to look around.”
A low thump caught our attention and we glanced in to find the women getting dressed. Reaper took my hand and we darted around the side of the home. Soon, the women exited.
One giggled too loudly and the other shushed her before they both burst into another fit of giggles, climbed into Brian’s car and took off back up the street.
“We just lost the car,” I muttered while tossing up my hand.
“I should have seen this coming.” Reaper muttered. “I think I’m a little rusty for the field.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“That is what you call a shakedown,” Reaper said. “They pretend to be drinking as much as he is and while he becomes intoxicated, they go home with him with promises of a good time. When he passes out, they robbed him.”
“And this isreallya thing?” I couldn’t believe women would put themselves in that sort of situation. There were enough problems trying desperately to help innocent victims—the cops really didn’t need this added pressure.
Reaper nodded. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“What are we going to do now? The car is gone.”
“I know—don’t worry. We know where Brian drowns his sorrows. He’s a creature of habit.”
“How do you know this?”
Reaper shrugged. “I know his type. He’s comfortable in that hole in the ground. He knows if he gets drunk there he won’t get mugged. Trust me, he’ll find some way to get there. There’s a truck out front. It looks new. We’ll tag it on our way out. Come on.”
