More mayhem ensued near the Millers’ house. Cops fought men. Women slung their pocketbooks at some of the agents’ cars. Kids kicked cop cars. Teens threw rocks at Stein’s car as he drove through.
“Goddamn it!” I had to back out of the road several feet before I could make a U-turn. “This is crazy.”
Haven remained quiet, gazing in shock at the riot.
While Fullbrooke Baptist Church wanted this case solved, they didn’t ask for a suspect that would break their hearts. They wanted the typical killer—white, psychotic, middle-aged man, hateful of any race but his own.
I continued to back up, driving slow but getting us away from the madness.
Haven ran her fingers through her hair. “I would think that with everyone knowing about Brie being saved, that they would connect the dots and understand the reason we are looking for Vernon.”
“It’s hard to predict humans. In the worse times, we can be hateful with no logic.”
Haven kept her voice low. “This is going to destroy Fullbrooke.”
“If it does, then it would be Vernon’s fault. Not yours or anyone else in the FBI.” Finally, I turned us off the road. “We followed the evidence. What else could we do? Ignore Vernon because it would destroy the community?”
“You’re right.”
“Of course, I am.” I beamed. “I’m always right.”
She let out a long breath. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“Even through craziness, you can be unbearably cocky.”
“Being cocky keeps me from shedding tears.”
“Then let the cockiness come.” She sighed again. “What’s next? Where are we going?”
“We’re heading to bed. Neither of us has gotten any sleep.”
“What about—”
“Nothing will get done for several hours, especially forensics. I’ll have Stein wake us, if they find Vernon.”
She blinked. “I don’t even know if I can go to sleep. I’m too excited to end this—to see what was found. Maybe, we can go to the office or—”
“I’m in charge and I’m ordering you to get some rest.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think you can do that.”
“I can and I have.” Yawning, I turned us on the road toward Saint Mary’s Inn. “Trust me. We’ll need our rest for the days ahead.”
Exhaling, she leaned back in her chair. “We sure will.”
Chapter 31
Finally
Haven
Thirty minutes later, I had showered and fell into bed. Warm blankets swarmed around me. I leaned into the soft pillow and kept my eyes closed.
The shower stopped.
Alexander had been cleaning up too. Had it not been for him naked in the bathroom, I might’ve gotten some sleep.
Stop thinking about him in the nude. It’s time to get some rest. Brett could call anytime to wake us up.
I heard Alexander leave the bathroom.
I opened my eyes to take in the sight. With the room’s faint light, I could see him. Bare chest. Muscles gleaming. And it was a tantalizing vision indeed. He only wore a towel over his waist. Wet muscle gleamed in the room’s dim lighting. As my gaze dropped over him, I saw his length swell beneath the white cotton.
Wow. Look at God’s work.
He glanced over his broad shoulder and widened his eyes. “Sorry. I left my jogging pants out here.”
“Oh no. . .” I cleared my throat. “You’re fine. I mean. This is fine. You’re fine too, but. . .you know what I mean. I’m tired and babbling.”
He grinned. “So, I now have permission to wear only a towel around the room?”
“You do.” I bit my bottom lip.
“Hmmm.” His voice drummed through my body, promising more than a simple showing.
“You. . .” I closed my mouth.
What are you about to say? Don’t you do it. Get some rest.
“You can. . .uh. . .stay in bed too, if it would be more comfortable.” My body warmed at the thought. “You need your rest.”
He hit me with an intense and lust-filled stare. “Agent Barron, if I lay in that bed with you, I won’t be getting any rest.”
I gave him a wicked smile. “Then, perhaps we need more than rest today.”
I craved him after such a rough time and emotional roller coaster. I yearned for his mouth on mine. His touch.
His expression shifted to shock. “I wanted to talk to you about earlier today. . .our kiss.”
I swallowed.
“I’ve been thinking about the taste of your lips all day. Even in the midst of looking through the church, getting the search warrant, and rummaging through Vernon’s room. I couldn’t get your scent out of my head.” He walked over to me. A large bulge pushed up from the towel. “In fact, after this shower I was hoping you would be asleep.”
I whispered, “Why?”
“Because if you were up. . .You see. I want you so bad and it’s driving me crazy. I may reduce myself to begging.”
“You don’t have to beg.”
He came closer and then got on the bed. “Are you sure about that, Agent Barron?”
“I want you.” My words came out, bold, and a little fast, but I meant every bit of it
“Hmmm.” Now on the bed, he stalked over to me. Muscles flexed on his arms. He was so damn sexy. My body set on fire. “Can I taste you some more?”
My voice came out hoarse. “Please.”
“Haven. . .” A warning edge his voice—one I chose to ignore.
My heart pounded in my ears. “Please.”
He was over me in seconds. Towering in the hottest way. My whole body throbbed with hunger. I raised my hands and flattened them over his chiseled chest. His heart drummed beneath my fingertips, racing just as fast as my own.
Hot lust decorated his face. “Are you sure about this? It’s completely inappropriate.”
“I want as much inappropriate things that can happen in this moment as possible.”
A chuckle came from him. Still, lust blazed in his eyes. He narrowed his gaze and then he was on me. Catching and moving me closer, crushing his mouth down on mine.
I clutched him. My fingers were greedy, desperate. My mouth locked on his. My tongue drove past his lips. I tasted it and craved him more.
He gave me perfect kisses, devouring and feasting on my mouth. Flames assaulted my whole body. Hard and fast. Need that shot through my blood. My pussy moistened.
“Alex,” I moaned into his mouth.
Lowering more, he pressed against me. The strong, hard length of his body. His lips were tight on mine, and I knew he was as hungry as I was.
“Finally.” He left my mouth, and then moved his attention to my throat. Kissing. Sucking. Licking. My pussy creamed.
I groaned.
“I’m going to fuck you all evening.”
“Please.” I arched my hips toward him.
Relishing in him, I slipped my hands over his chest. Next, I yanked off that towel and slid my hands along his thick, long cock. “Damn.”
I took that fat length in my hands. It was swollen and heavy, reaching toward me with moisture glistening on the broad head. I couldn’t help myself. I pumped my hands, readying him.
His cock jerked in my palm. “You want it?”
“Now. Please.”
“Thank God. I can’t wait to be deep inside of you.” He moved the blankets away from me.
Spreading my legs wide, I stroked his cock. My panties were wet. The fabric rubbed against my pussy, giving me tiny thrills. I rocked my hips, yearning to feel his length inside me.
He groaned, “Damn it. I was trying to take my time.”
“We don’t have time. Fuck me, before we get interrupted.”
So fast, he had his fingers between my thighs and shoved my panties to the side. Next, he moved two fingers inside of me. “So wet. Damn you.”
I wrapped both of my hands around the straining length of his cock. “You see how bad I want you too
?”
“God yes.” Still fingering me, he lowered and kissed me again.
Ah!
I let go of his cock and shoved my panties down myself, kicking them away.
Lifting from my mouth, he caught my legs and spread me wide.
There, he studied my pussy as if wondering which point of attack would gain him victory. “Finally.”
Right when I thought he would pierce me, he took the tip of his cock and slid between my damp folds. I arched my back and groaned.
“God help me. I knew I would be hungry for you. The first time you walked into that office, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.” With his cock, he found my clit and rubbing that mushroomed tip over it.
“Oh!”
“Hmmm. I love the way you sound when your pussy is being played with.”
“Alex.” I tipped my head back. He continued to toy with my clit and more moans built in my throat. My nipples ached.
With his other hand, he wrenched my shirt up and played with them too.
“Oh my God! Alex!”
“Yes, my sweet Agent Barron. You taunted me for so long. I’ll have to tease you just for a moment.”
“Please don’t.”
“Please?”
I groaned, “Please.”
He grunted and with no warning, shoved his cock deep into me.
My whole body ripped apart into pleasure. Never had I experienced something so good, so all consuming, and in such an immediate way. Just from him entering me. Just from him piercing my body, I swore he sliced into my soul. I felt cut open in the most sensual way, shattered with passionate desire.
“You feel so good, Haven.” He plunged deeper. “Just like heaven.”
The bed rocked.
Closing my eyes, I met his thrust.
“Finally,” he groaned. He picked up his rhythm, rocking me and the mattress. He had all the control. Completely dominate and taking me over. He fucked me hard and in the most beautiful way. Driving into me again and again with that hard cock.
So strong, he picked me up, lifting me into the air and fucking me more. His fingers bit into my ass, and he plunged, so deep. He lifted me higher.
“Oh!” I wrapped my legs around his waist and gently dug my feet into his hips, trying to hold on to the lovely ride. It felt so good. In this moment, I was truly alive. Truly feeling. Truly experiencing.
My orgasm built.
Rising.
Faster.
Hotter.
I opened my eyes and locked my arms around him. He thrust into me, pushing into my core, breaking and fixing me.
Face to face. Sex to sex. I rode him, letting him know how much I needed him too. How much I was willing to work for our pleasure.
He started to thrust faster, and I couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock felt amazing and I wanted to cum so bad. Hot anticipation rushed through my veins, yearning for climax.
“This feels so fucking good.” He drove his cock into me over and over as I bit down on my lip and tried to prevent my body from exploding all over him. I wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible.
I fought back my orgasm—God did I struggle. But when I felt his cock pulsate inside of me—throb so pleasantly—I let go.
He growled, “Your pussy is amazing.”
That made me crazy. That was enough to send me over the edge. Nothing could have stopped me after that. I caved to my release and my pussy spasmed, milking his length as he kept driving in into me.
I rode him faster and he shoved into me deeper. All I could do was take that fat cock. It was a long, hot wave of release. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. It whipped through me.
Deep, deeper, every hard movement of his body making the orgasm last and last.
My pussy spasmed around his thick cock. Pleasure and madness. A climax so strong I squeezed my eyes shut and held onto him as hard as I could.
My legs trembled around him. My heartbeats boomed fast.
His thrusts started to slow when my orgasm subsided.
Grabbing my hair, he groaned loud, rocking the walls around us. His cock swelled. Lodged tight within me. I felt his release. Hot and sticky.
Still, he thrust.
When we finally finished, all exhaustion took me.
He was done. My body craved more, but I felt him start to withdraw. I winced when his cock was pulled free and he crashed on the mattress beside me.
“That was fucking perfect.” He gently lay me down on the bed and I closed my eyes, unable to help myself. I heard the light snap off next.
I moaned, trying to open my eyes again.
“Go to sleep, Agent Barron. My sexy little temptress.”
Yawning, I mumbled, “Sleep in the bed with me.”
“I will.”
His arms wrapped around my body next. Slowly he moved me so that my head lay on his chest.
I groaned in pleasure.
He chuckled. “You’re so tired. Did my cock do that?”
I yawned again. “Yes, it did.”
Exhaustion pulled me into slumber. I fell down into darkness, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Feeling heavy, I drifted away with my head on his chest, my legs tangled with his.
Chapter 32
Can’t Get Enough
Alexander
The next morning, the sound of the shower and groaning of the pipes broke through the layers of my sleep.
I opened my eyes, squinting a bit at the sunlight creeping through the curtains.
The first thing I noticed was that Haven didn’t lay in my arms. I woke up alone in bed.
Where is she? Does she know that there’s no getting away from me now?
I listened some more and remembered the shower was what disrupted my rest. The gentle noise of water spray continued.
Good, she didn’t leave the room.
An image rushed to me. Haven. Wet and naked. Just a few feet away.
How can I resist?
Especially since I’d woken, cock up and ready for her. I’d been dreaming about beautiful visions of Haven. Her mouth on me. Her pussy wet, warm, and inviting.
Usually, I had nightmares. Not this time.
Who told her that she could leave this bed? I never gave her permission.
The scent of sex and Haven hovered in the air. Like an addict, I lifted my hands and sniffed my fingers. I smelled of her too. My cock twitched from that realization.
She’s irresistible. I’m in so much damn trouble. I can’t get enough.
Sex with her had been criminally hot and so pleasureful I instantly wanted more. Needed it. When I pushed inside that creamy pussy, I knew I would be screwed. Knew I was whipped just from one stroke.
Where are you? Come back to bed, Haven. We’re not done.
I wanted her hot, wild, and needing me just as she’d been before.
Slowly, I rose. I was completely naked and had no shame. For a few seconds, I stretched and then headed for the only woman I’d ever wanted this much and so badly.
I opened the bathroom door.
Heat hit me. Steam drifted in the air, light and lazy. Further ahead, I could see Haven through the shower’s glass door. Her lush brown skin mingled with the steamy swirls of the shower. I had a perfect view of the shapely outline of her body as she stood beneath the spray.
Jesus. Now, I believe in God more than ever before.
I cleared my throat.
She spun around.
Then she saw me. Her eyes met mine. For the briefest of moment, she paused and looked unsure. Did she worry that she made a mistake? I hoped not. I planned to taste and fuck her more and more.
I glared at her with a now rising cock. “Agent Barron, get back in bed.”
Her soft laughter floated within the steam. She shoved open the glass door and smiled at me. Happy and so goddamn sexy.
“Good morning.” She gave me a nervous smile. “You’re awake.”
I gestured to my hard, jutting cock. “We’re both awake. Who told you that you could le
ave the bed, Agent Barron?”
“You have to stop referring to me that way.”
I moved closer to the shower. “Why?”
“It sounds nasty when you say Agent Barron.”
“Which is why I’m saying it.” I got to the shower. “Come here, Agent Barron.”
Smiling, she walked over. She moved her gaze to my cock and let out a long breath. “Yes, sir?”
I could still feel the warmth of her pussy hugging my cock. “Have you heard from Stein or Richards yet?”
“No one’s called. When I woke up, I checked with Sheriff Michaelson. They’re still searching for Vernon.” She dropped her gaze to my chest.
Feeling devilish, I flexed my pecs.
She shook her head. “Wow. Someone’s feeling flirtatious.”
“I would like you to dry up and come to bed.”
“Is that it?”
“Perhaps, you could open your legs too.” I entered the shower and drank her beautiful image in. It took two seconds for me to realize that the space wasn’t meant to accommodate two. Not that I really cared.
Water trickled down her breasts and slid over her stomach, then, down, down to the dark hair that shielded her sex. I almost drooled.
She grinned. “Perhaps, I can add you to my shower routine.”
Those words helped me snap out of my trance
“I’ll be helpful.” My voice came out like a greedy growl. I grabbed the body wash, soaped my hands, and reached for her breasts. Then, her soft flesh was beneath my hands. Her nipples stiffened under my touch.
She giggled. “If you keep this up, I may never be able to shower by myself again.”
“That’s what I was hoping.”
She raised her hands and slipped them down my chest. “Did you sleep well?”
“I dreamed about you.”
“A good one?”
“The best one in years.”
She took the soap from the glass tray and lathered her own hands. “And what happened?”
“Hmmm. I would rather show you, then tell you.” I slipped my fingers along her nipples.
Then she worked her own magic, placing her soapy hands on my chest and then slipping them down my abs.
I groaned. “Don’t ever leave the bed until I give you permission.”
“Is that right?” She lowered those soapy hands to my cock.
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