Page 197 of Forever Never
He danced his tongue over her clit with exactly the right pressure.
“Brick,” she whispered. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He couldn’t help himself. He ached for her. His hand jerked up from root to tip, releasing another thick bead of moisture, this one pooling on his fist. He groaned, the vibration taking her pleasure to another level as her legs quaked.
Stiffening his tongue, he went to work on her clit as his fingers pumped into her hard and fast. He jacked himself at the same speed with a vise-like grip.
He felt her needy muscles quiver on his fingers and nearly came himself.
There were so many things he should be doing, so many preparations to make, details to take care of, but in the moment, nothing but Remi’s orgasm mattered.
She shattered around him, her cunt clamping down hard on his fingers as she came. He was right there with her, the first spurt of his release burning its way up his shaft, erupting like a geyser.
He licked and fucked her through her orgasm and wrung himself dry in the process.
Reminding them both exactly what was at stake.
* * *
“Got a minute, Sergeant?”Chief Ford asked.
Brick glanced up from the plate of pancakes he was sharing with a sated, loose-limbed Remi. “Sure.”
She jerked her head toward the side porch, and he followed her outside.
“We’ve got a strong case,” she said. “She’s got six months of photographic evidence documenting injuries. A diary of each incident.”
“Smart.”
“I’m going to lean as hard as I can on the Illinois boys to move fast for an arrest.”
“But?” he asked, reading between the lines.
“I think you and I both know how that will go.”
He nodded. A man like Vorhees had power and money. Which meant he also had people. The justice system didn’t exactly move swiftly, even without those added complications. And professional courtesy only extended so far when it came to a police chief on some tiny island in another state. Even if they could get him arrested, he’d be walking on bail in less than an hour.
“There’s something else,” Darlene said, turning around to study him. “Our vic hasn’t just been recuperating at home since the accident. She’s been doing a little digging on her own. Seems she got the idea from my daughter.”
Brick closed his eyes. “What are we dealing with?”
“She’s got some information the Federal Election Commission might be interested in.”
“Campaign finance violations?” he asked.
She nodded. “And some election fraud.”
“Evidence?”
“Enough for an investigation. Hell, there might already be a Matter Under Review happening. The FEC doesn’t exactly broadcast their cases.”
He crossed his arms over his chest as a little flame of hope began to burn inside him.
“Does it ever piss you off that a person gets a stricter sentence for financial crimes than abuse?” Darlene mused. “If she gets that protection order and he violates it, it’s a slap on the wrist. Not even a year behind bars. But buy yourself an election, and suddenly the legal system cares.”
“What do we do next?” Brick asked.
“I’m gonna head back and type up the report. I’ll make some calls before I send it on its way and then brief the mayor. If shit’s going down on Mackinac, we need to be ready.”
