by Karen Deen
Kane: Lil, we agreed no games. Do you want me?
Before I even have time to reply, I can see the dots going again and the next message appears.
Kane: Because I’ll be honest, I wanted to turn up on your doorstep two hours ago. I just didn’t want to screw this up
Kane: I fucking want you bad. My balls are aching!! What are you doing to me, Red?
My heart gives a little flutter knowing I’m affecting him as much as he’s creating havoc on my sex drive.
Lilly: If I say how badly I wish you were here in bed with me, does it make me sound pathetic? Because the answer is YES! My pussy and I miss you already.
Kane: Fuck, Red. I told you my balls were aching. Now they want to explode!
Lilly: Sounds like a ‘you’ problem – Hehe
Kane: Oh, it’ll be a ‘you’ problem shortly!!
I can feel my whole body heating up. Let’s see how far I can push his buttons.
Lilly: I’m all fine here. Between porn hub, my toys and my hands, we’re good.
Kane: You’re playing with fire, Red!
Lilly: Do you need the link for the website? It may help your problem.
Kane: Fuck, you’re asking for punishment, you know that, don’t you?
Lilly: *Insert innocent face* Whatever do you mean?
Kane: You don’t have an innocent area in your body, Red. I should know because I’ve licked every single part of you *Insert wicked mouth with big tongue*
Lilly: You play dirty!!
Kane: You have no fucking idea! You’re only just beginning to find out!
Oh my god, I think I’m going to orgasm shortly if he keeps pushing. My hand is already in my pants rubbing. Much better than porn hub any day. Lucky I have talk to text. My hands are starting to get busy and it’s all Kane’s fault. His texting turns into sexting and I’m loving every single word. The gap between the messages is starting to stretch out. But every message is pushing me higher. I wonder if he’s doing the same with his hands. I want to know, because if he is, I need to see it. I need a video call now! I’m starting to climb that mountain and I’m getting closer to exploding. My breathing is rapid the harder I work my hand.
Lilly: Where did you go? I need you.
Lilly: Kane? So close, please. Want you to finish me.
It’s not the same with my own hand. I’ve done it before, plenty of times, but his voice or words make it so much more powerful.
Eyes closed, my head back, trying to picture Kane destroying my body.
A loud banging is in the distance. Don’t care, just need to come. Where the hell is he?
Kane: Open your door now! Right fucking now! Don’t you finish without me!
Oh god. I jump from my bed and run to the door. Reefing it open, Kane lunges at me and grabs me into his arms. I can’t talk, I’m moaning as he takes possession of my body. My hands are clawing at his jeans trying to get them open. I’ve never been so desperate to have a cock in my hands as I am right now. But Kane is having none of that. He’s carrying me to my couch. At this stage, I don’t care where he takes me as long as he makes me come.
“As long as you have me, you’ll never ever need porn hub to satisfy your needs. Do you understand?” he growls as he stands me at the back of the couch. Stripping my pants down in one swift motion, my top over my head and I’m bent forward over the back of the couch, my hands on the cushions bracing for what’s about to happen.
“I understand. Please Kane, I’m aching.”
“Good, that’s what happens to naughty girls. They get left to ache all night. Is that what I should do to you? Hmm Red, that what you want? I think you’re desperate by now. Am I right?” He’s getting great pleasure in taunting me.
I’m close to losing all sense of rational thought. His hands are running over my body, just not touching where I’m desperate.
I hear his zipper and feel him slam into me before I even have time to catch my breath.
Heaven.
Kane is owning me, making sure I know he’s the one in control.
“No fucking porn, Red!” As he slams his final thrust into me, we both explode together. There is a rush of white noise as I collapse forward over the sofa. I’m spent and I’m not the only one.
“Holy shit,” I hear muffled behind me.
“Holy shit is right,” I reply in my post-orgasmic state.
“You say where, you say when, but I fucking say how! Got it?” I think I’ve just been warned.
“Mmm,” is all I can manage. Surely, I’m not expected to hold a conversation after being fucked within an inch of my life.
My mind starts to clear, so I reply to his warning.
“I say my bed, in five minutes when I can breathe, and you can fuck me however you like.” We both start laughing, our bodies moving together. Kane stands, worrying he’s squashing me.
“I know I keep saying it, but you’re a naughty one, aren’t you, Red? Where have you been hiding all this time?” His hands are helping me to stand and turn me into his arms. His mouth is on me, pouring passion into his kiss to make sure I know this is not just about the sex. I can’t say that out loud, but I know I should be worrying about how every kiss feels just that little bit more intimate than the last.
Pulling back from the kiss, I realize the clothes dynamic is a little one-sided. Naked as the day I was born, standing in front of Kane, who is still fully clothed but just his cock standing at half-mast hanging out of his pants.
“What, too impatient to get rid of your clothes?” I wave my hand up and down to illustrate my point.
“Didn’t want to waste time stripping off. Someone was hanging by a thread, well, to be honest we both wanted the same thing. Feel free to fix the problem now, though.” His cheeky grin makes me all tingly just as much as his touch.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about. Like I told you, I was fine here, I had my hands, toys…”
“Stop. Now. Not happening.” He bends and picks me up in his arms while I try to stop giggling. “Bedroom, Red, point the way.” I’m learning the many voices of Kane. This one is his dominant horny one. It’s one of my favorites.
“One question, am I in trouble?” I look up at him from under my eyelashes.
“So much trouble,” he growls in that low tone.
“Then the bedroom is that way.” Pointing towards my room, my insides warm up picturing what’s in store for me for the rest of the night.
Feeling a soft breath on the back of my neck, wrapped in a warm body, this is something I can get used to waking up to in the morning. The light purr of his snore and his chest slightly rising up and down against my back. Is this what couples in a relationship do every night? Sleep wrapped in the other person’s arms. Or is it one of those urban myths. Really, they sleep all sprawled in their own space on the bed. One person in the relationship is the bed hog while the other is the blanket stealer. Surely it doesn’t always stay this cute once the lusting stage is over.
I wonder how long that lasts. That phase where you can’t get enough of each other’s bodies. Sex on every surface in the house, or out of the house depending on how adventurous you are. The cute text messages that turn into sexting before you realize. Then there’s the video chat sex because you can’t stand to be away from each other even for one night. It must run out eventually. That’s why I’m not really keen to settle down yet. I still want all the fun of the newness of sex with a partner. There’s plenty of time for all that old-people sex later in my life. Don’t grow old before it’s time to be old.
“Do you do your thinking in bed in the morning?” a deep raspy voice comes from behind me.
“Morning to you, too.”
Kane leans into the crook of my neck and plants a soft kiss. “Morning, Lilly.” There’s that voice that is low and husky, the morning-after voice. I can write a list of the different sexy voices of Kane.
“Some of my best work is done in bed.” I wait for the comment that’s sure to come.
“Are
we talking about thinking or sex, because I can verify it’s certainly your best work.” And there it is.
“You’re so predictable, mister. I was replying to your question about my thinking. You think I’m the naughty one. I beg to differ.” Straight away I regret the smart comment as I’m thrown onto my back and he begins tickling me. Why is it his fingers are that more powerful than mine, so his tickling is so intense. I haven’t even made it to the bathroom this morning so this could get embarrassing really quickly.
Knowing I can never stop him, I use diversion tactics. Grabbing his face, I plant a kiss on his lips as best I can manage as I am trying to control my body. Never one to back away from controlling a kiss, his hands stop and take hold of my cheeks and put me in the exact position he wants me. I love that neither one of us is worried about morning breath, or what we look like. That’s not what this is about.
Slowing down and pulling away, I look up into his eyes. I can’t read what they’re saying. The look of confusion is there and I’m not sure what to make of it. I need to head to the bathroom and leave him to shake off whatever it is on his mind. Easing out of his grip, I get out of bed without too much protest.
Opening the en suite door, I stand and just admire, for a minute, that chiseled chest with a scattering of dark hair. His arms are stretched up and his hands are under his head. He still looks deep in thought and hasn’t noticed me perving on him. I wish I had flicked the sheet off his bottom half when I got up so I could be ogling his whole body.
The shrill of a phone ringing makes us both jump.
“I swear to god if that’s your sister again I’m flushing your phone down the toilet. She is my biggest cock blocker.” Kane starts to sit up in the bed.
“Not mine, Wolf, all you this time.” I hand him his phone off the chair where he threw it last night.
“Shit, it’s the station. This can’t be good on a Sunday.” I watch him standing in front of the window, naked ass and his muscly back the perfect specimen, while he takes the call. I wonder what his work colleague would say if he knew what he looked like on the other end of the phone. I see his shoulders tense and understand that fun-loving Kane has already left the room. Grabbing my robe, I know it’s time to get dressed and ready to say goodbye… again.
Chapter Fourteen
Kane
Driving into the underground parking garage at the station, I’m reminding myself, this is why I won’t do relationships. The phone calls on a Sunday that require me to drop what I’m doing to head to work. My work life instantly becomes more important than what I’m doing at the time. Even the look of disappointment on Lilly’s face this morning was enough to piss me off. We have no ties or commitments, yet she still looked at me like someone had kicked her dog. Not sure how this is going to work with Lilly but it’s early days yet.
“Look what the cat dragged in, Kane Boston, welcome to when the real work happens,” Johnno yells at me from his desk.
“Hey, boys, you miss me? Can’t manage a whole weekend on your own?” I slap Johnno on the back on the way past as I head to the meeting room for the debriefing.
“You wish. As per usual the weekend shift is cleaning up your messes,” he calls out as he picks up his files, following behind me. “I thought working these weekend shifts was supposed to be a picnic and I could catch up on the television series I’ve been watching. So, could you and the rest of day shift get your shit together, so everything is wrapped up on a Friday?” We all laugh because in this job you need to laugh and keep a healthy sense of humor, otherwise it will overtake your soul.
Chatting amongst ourselves, all comes to a quick silence when the boss walks into the room.
“Thank you all for coming in and making yourselves available. Especially you, Johnno. If you get the message Jenny has gone into labor, just leave. I don’t need to know. Not that I’m worried, if the baby’s like you it’ll be late. Never known you to turn up to anything on time. Actually, surprised you’re already here.” This brings a roar of laughter from the peanut gallery.
“Hahaha, you’re all hilarious,” Johnno grumbles.
“Right, let’s get on with it. We have had a few breakthroughs with the Sheree Woodley case.” He opens up the file he has placed down in front of him on the desk.
“We’ve secured some of the messages from the online account as well as the phone movement on her phone for the month prior. Here is the good news. The phone is still being used. Not often but it’s active at least once a day.” My chest is tight. The feeling that’s been nagging me since the start of this case is there and getting stronger.
“We’re mapping as we speak. The data is showing that the majority of the pings and activity are all coming from the area down near the river. Lucy will have the data up on the screen shortly for us. Unfortunately, there are a lot of warehouses, high-rise housing and development sites down in that area currently. To narrow it down is going to take time. But at least we have a starting point. Johnno, Georgio and Ramirez you’ll be assigned to go through all her phone and social media messages. Shaw and Russell, you’ll take over operating the ghost account. We’ve had a few initial bites over the weekend since it was set up so we need to ramp it up a little more and see if we can get a solid lead on any potential suspects. Dottor and Thomson, you’re going be out in the field talking to people and door-knocking the area. Boston and Messells, you have the special assignment. We’ll chat in my office shortly.” My heart lurches. I’ve got an idea what’s coming and the boss wanting to talk to me on Friday makes more sense now. I’ll wait to see if I’m right, but everything is piecing together.
After the debriefing is wrapped up, everyone starts to head to their desks to get working on their parts, but at the last minute Sarge stops us with one last thing. “People, one more thing to pay attention to. We’ll know more in the next twelve hours but there’s a possibility that this is not an isolated case. I’ve had a call this morning from the Palmer Street station downtown to say they may have a missing person case that’s starting to sound very similar. They’re in the initial stages of the investigation but keep that in mind. He may have struck before and now struck again. Eyes and ears peeled, people, eyes and ears. Let’s get moving.” As he leaves the room, he calls over his shoulder to meet in his office in five minutes. Messells and I both roll our eyes to confirm we’re dreading what this is.
I worked with Messells when I first arrived at the station. She is one tough cop. Highly skilled and passionate about her job. She’s not long back from her honeymoon. Married one of the officers in Firehouse Seventeen which is in our precinct. We work in with them often on cases of bodies found in fires. Her husband is a good guy. Protective as shit of her but also man enough to be proud of the top-rate policewoman she is. Not sure if they’re planning on any kids but I imagine that’ll be a hard juggle with both of them being on the job. Time will tell, I’m sure.
Sarge walks in and closes the door behind him, making himself a coffee at the machine perched on the only small piece of clear counter space left in his office. File after file are stacked on top of each other with archive boxes ready to be shifted to the filing department. Problem is, as fast as the files are closed, there are others opening that just replenish that pile of paperwork.
“I know you both probably think you have an idea of what you’re in here for, but that’s not even the half of it. We actually have reason to believe that this case might be linked to something bigger than just the disappearance of our victim.” He leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his coffee. He looks troubled and like he’s still trying to sort out his thoughts.
“There’s been intelligence on an illegal nightclub that’s really a sex club that has women being forced against their will to perform in the club. At the moment we feel there may be some sort of crossing of the two cases. Not sure on the full details yet but the deputy commissioner has me working the leads we have.” I look to Messells who also looks a little intrigued about where this is headed.
“I know it’s not making much sense at the moment. Our biggest problem is that every time we get close to the club, they’re tipped off, so we have to pull back. There are a few other things that have happened that lead us to believe that someone in the operation may be on the force or has an insider on the job and feeding them information.” I can feel my body tensing very quickly. I hate a snitch or dirty cop. This job is hard enough but to have one of our own against us and putting us all at risk makes me want to hit something.
“What the hell!” Messells curses under her breath.
“My thoughts exactly. Pisses me off. Do they have any department suspects yet?” He has both of us sitting up taller in our seats and at full attention. I know my body language will be giving away my disgust at what he’s telling me.
“No. Which is why we’re not sharing this with the rest of the squad. You’re both very highly respected in this station and I hope officers we can trust. This information is not to leave this room and here’s the list of who you can discuss the case with.”
He slides a file across the desk for us both to look at. My mind is already trying to take what I know from the current missing woman case and see what facts start to fit any of the holes in the jigsaw puzzle of the sex club brothel case.
I need to see the messages from the dating app accounts to see if anything overlaps with the party scene. From what we know about Sheree, she doesn’t sound like the sex club scene would be her deal. In saying that, I don’t think you ever really know about anyone’s sexual tastes until you’re one-on-one in that intimate situation. Well, that’s when it’s consensual. It’s when it’s not that we have a problem.