Page 24 of Heart Stopping
"Since I can't stop you, you might as well ask," I said dryly. I made an 'out with it,' gesture with my fingers.
"You said your father tried to offer both of you," Boner said carefully.
I guessed where this was going. "You want to know if he succeeded. No, I killed him before it got to that. As far as I know, no money exchanged hands."
"And your mother?" Boner asked, a wince already on his face.
"She passed away before all of this happened," I said. "I like to think she would have stopped it, but I'll never know." It was obvious he thought she'd had a part in it too. That was clear from the flash of relief on his face.
"I'm sorry you lost your Mom," he said after a moment. "Moms are special. Dads, they should be special too." A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Was yours the special of the day?"
I snorted. "He had a regular old cremation," I said. "It was ruled an accident."
That made Boner grin. "Good girl. Nice work. He was your first?"
"Yeah, he was." I gave a short nod.
At the time, it was the most difficult thing I'd ever done. Looking back, it didn't seem like that big of a deal. It hadn't brought my sister back, but inheriting all his money gave me enough to start my restaurant. And buy a nice condo. I'd kept some aside for expenses, but donated the rest to women's shelters around the city. Who the hell needed that much money anyway? I certainly didn't. I left myself enough to be comfortably off, but not ridiculously rich.
"I'm starting to think we need a T-shirt," Boner said. "Card-carrying members of the Daddy Killers Club."
"That would be subtle," I said sarcastically. "T-shirts and membership cards."
"A support group then," he said, unflinching.
"Isn't that what this is already?" I gestured toward him. "A support group for serial killer vigilante daddy murderers."
"That sounds like a great title for a movie." He grinned. "Serial Killer Vigilante Daddy Murderers." After a beat he added, "From Mars."
I snorted a laugh. "Speak for yourself. I'm not from Mars. Before you say it, I'm not from Uranus either."
He tipped his head back and laughed. "There's no way someone as cute as you could come from Uranus, or mine. Although, if we're going to talk about anal…" He wiggled his eyebrows, then moved to kneel in front of me, between my thighs.
"Boner," I whispered.
"Harlow," he whispered back. "You deserve orgasms. Let me do this for you." He placed his hands on my thighs and ran them up slowly, until his thumbs were almost pressed against my pussy.
"I don't want you feeling sorry for me because of what my father did," I said. "Or for what I did to him."
"Good, because I don't. You're a badass. You don't deserve pity, you deserve respect. You deserve pleasure." He rubbed his thumbs up and down slowly over the fabric of my leggings, teasing me.
When I didn't object, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and panties and pulled them both down. He leaned in and inhaled.
"You smell sweeter than honey," he whispered. He nudged my clit with his nose, then replaced it with his tongue, teasing and lapping slowly. "You taste even better."
I pressed my hands to the couch on either side of me, closed my eyes and let him feast on me.
As much as my instincts wanted to tell me to keep my distance from him and everyone else, he had a talented mouth. One that was going to make me come undone faster than I could have done myself with one of my well-designed toys.
"You're dangerous," I said softly.
He looked up at me and grinned. "You're just figuring that out now, love?"
"No, I noticed it on the night we met, but you're good at reminding me," I said.
"I'm good at a lot of things." He slid a finger inside me. Just one at first, spreading my arousal around my pussy. Then, in went another finger, and a third. Massaging my G spot while his tongue worked my clit.
I arched my back and looked toward the ceiling, my eyes glazed, all of my senses focused on the man between my legs and the attention he was lavishing on my pussy. I barely had time to suck in a deep breath before I was coming hard and fast against his mouth. Panting and crying out his name.
